Shattered Jade, Hidden Schemes: The Cold-Blooded Minister Plays Innocent

The day my jade pendant was smashed in public by my legitimate elder sister, the entire capital laughed at me for marrying a good-for-nothing.

They didn't know that my husband, who hadn't entered our bedroom in three years, was an imperial envoy with the power of life and death in his hands.

They also didn't know that the policy essay stolen by my sister's husband contained a coded message that could get nine generations of a family executed.

As I knelt obediently to pick up the shards, my husband in black, his fingertips stained with blood, knocked on the study door:

"My lady, the time has come... for us to hunt."