Oh No! I Flirted with the Grand Tutor, and Now the Crown Prince Is at My Door

Revenge + minister steals the ruler’s beloved + romantic battlefield

Jiang Shuning had known since childhood that she was unlike her family, and was no good woman by the standards of conventional society.

Her parents and elder brother were gentle, loving, upright, and forgiving. She, on the other hand, was selfish, cold, vicious, and ruthless. It was only because her family doted on her and she grew up in a warm, gentle environment that she kept her claws sheathed.

But a year ago, Jiang Shuning lost her family.

Her claws gradually came out. She deliberately ingratiated herself with others, plotted and framed people, and was willing to use anything to achieve her goals.

After setting a great fire that burned her enemies to death in the Jiang family home, Jiang Shuning promptly went to the capital and sought refuge with Xie Congren, an old friend of her late brother.

From then on, she became Xie Congren’s cousin, investigating one step at a time and killing her enemies one by one.

Then, at the palace banquet, she attended as a member of Xie Congren’s household and was horrified to see the Crown Prince sitting in the highest seat.

Wasn’t that the heir to the Marquisate of Ding’an, the man she had flirted with back in Suizhou?

Xie Congren’s feelings for Jiang Shuning had taken root long ago. For years, he kept them hidden and did not approach her. Then one rainy night, she came to his residence, steadfast yet pitiful, and begged him to take her in.

Xie Congren wore a genial expression, but inside, a fierce joy rose up: You came here of your own accord.

So he played the warm, kindly older brother, concealing his private desires exceptionally well. Until the night of the palace banquet, when he watched Rong Yan pin her against a rockery. Before her, the elegant Crown Prince shattered like a piece of fine jade: “Why did you abandon me?”

Xie Congren’s reason crumbled bit by bit. He trapped her in his arms, a bone-deep madness hidden in his smile. “Naturally, because she doesn’t like you.”

Then he gently smoothed the disheveled strands of her hair, ruffled in her fright. “A cousin belongs with her cousin.”