Sickly Abandoned Girl? She Slaughters Her Way Through with Beast Speech

For ten years, Qin Sangning worked like an ox for the Minister's household. The day the true daughter returned, she was cast aside like a worn-out shoe in a deserted house. As illness ravaged her and a raging fever brought her to the brink of death, she was unexpectedly blessed with the ability to understand birds and beasts. A spirit sparrow beneath the eaves urgently cried, "Mistress, run! Someone wants to kill you!" In her desperate hour, she thought of her biological elder brother, who was also struggling through the mire, laboring to build seniority at the Six Fan Gate. One clue to a violent bandit's whereabouts earned them a hundred taels in reward money, changing the siblings' fates forever.

The Minister's household, which had stolen her secret method of taming beasts and treated her as worthless, was waiting to see her freeze to death in the streets. Little did they know that every rat and sparrow in the city had become her eyes and ears, helping the siblings crack one strange case after another until their names were renowned in the capital. Her brother rose to become the youngest commander ever, thanks to his extraordinary achievements, while she became an honored guest of princes and nobles. When the Minister's household shamelessly begged her to reclaim her place in the family, the true daughter who had once mocked her at every turn was so consumed with jealousy that she tore the handkerchief in her grasp.

Her former fiancé's noble family, ever eager to follow the wind, wanted to renew their betrothal. Before Qin Sangning could answer, Prince Jing, the powerful court figure with whom she had once shared a tangled history, stepped in front of her. His phoenix eyes narrowed as his words stunned everyone: "The divorce papers have been destroyed. She is the princess consort-to-be of this prince." The mighty war wolf behind him affectionately rubbed its head against her palm, utterly docile. Everyone in the capital knew that Prince Jing's wolf recognized only her, and that the heart of this perennial iceberg bore the name of only one woman: hers.