After Taking the Regent’s Job, I Kill and He Hands Me the Knife

When her whole family was dead and only she and a child remained, Shen Ruyi fled with her nephew. In her rush to escape, she hadn’t had time to replenish her energy, and her blood sugar plummeted. Just before she passed out, her blurry vision caught sight of someone sitting by the roadside, eating porridge. Without a second thought, she snatched it and gulped it down. But before she could even swallow, she blacked out. Zhao Jing, whose porridge had been stolen, stared at his wrist in disbelief. The beggar-like woman on the ground had touched him there. And yet he didn’t feel sick or nauseous, and he wasn’t breaking out in a cold sweat. What was going on? Wasn’t he supposed to feel sick, throw up, and break out in a cold sweat whenever he touched a woman? What was different about this beggar on the ground? Could he only touch filthy beggars? Zhao Jing refused to believe it. He studied Shen Ruyi’s grimy face, then found a slightly cleaner patch behind her ear and tested it with his fingertip. No nausea, no urge to throw up, no cold sweat. That discovery gave Zhao Jing a wicked idea: Take her home and make her his wife. Otherwise, he’d be alone for the rest of his life. What he didn’t know was that the woman he brought home was a lunatic too, constantly dreaming up all sorts of strange schemes for revenge. When Shen Ruyi learned that the man who had saved her was the Prince Regent, she decided she should cling to his powerful protection. With a face and background like hers, she’d be dead within minutes of leaving the prince’s residence. So when Zhao Jing offered to protect her and her nephew in exchange for becoming his woman, Shen Ruyi agreed without hesitation. Afterward, with her powerful protector’s backing, she made little circles around the sons of one enemy after another. Her enemies lived in constant fear, never knowing whose son she’d target next. You have power, I have money: together, we’re the perfect recipe for a good life.