Everyone in the capital knew that Regent Xiao Jue had a wickedly alluring woman by his side named Su Jiaojiao.
She was delicate and frail, with a sugary tremble in her voice. All she ever seemed to do was cling to the prince, tattle, whisper poison in his ear, and turn the women’s quarters of the manor upside down. The noblewomen hated her and called her the ultimate scheming seductress. Yet the regent seemed bewitched, indulging her without limit.
Su Jiaojiao was at a loss, too. She carried a secret and had to play the part of a big-breasted, empty-headed flower that clung to others if she wanted to stay alive. She thought Xiao Jue, like everyone else, had been fooled by her superb acting.
Until one night, word got out that she had secretly manipulated the political landscape and brought down powerful court officials. Xiao Jue cornered her against a wall and gripped her chin, his voice dangerous and amused:
“Everyone’s been fooled by that face of yours, haven’t they?”
Su Jiaojiao’s heart jolted, but tears instantly welled in her eyes. “What are you talking about, Your Highness? Jiaojiao doesn’t understand...”
The man chuckled softly, his hot breath brushing her ear. “Don’t understand? Then let me tell you: the first thing on the ‘mission list’ you muttered in your sleep last night was ‘take my life.’”
“!!!”
He knew everything!
Only then did she realize that this powerful man, who ruled over all under heaven, had long since seen through every one of her disguises. He had said nothing, simply indulging her “performance” and enjoying every minute of it.
And when her true identity and a shocking conspiracy came to light, with the whole world standing against her, the ruthless regent shielded her behind him. Facing a vast army, he had only one thing to say:
“This prince’s...
