I Discovered My Prince Was a Woman After Our Political Marriage

I married the enemy kingdom’s God of War, the Prince.

On our wedding night, he removed the poisoned gold hairpin from my hair and whispered in my ear:

“If you really want to kill me, a knife would be quicker.”

I smiled demurely, but suspicion stirred in my heart.

Why did this man have no Adam’s apple?

Why did he smell of sophora root and snow, so clean and delicate, like a sheltered young woman?

And whose earring had once passed through that old hole in his earlobe?

I had been ordered to steal his tiger tally and uncover his secrets.

But as the days passed and I tested him again and again, I found layers of white bandages tightly wrapped beneath his armor.

He opened his eyes, killing intent flashing in them before finally turning into a sigh.

“If you’re clever, you should know that some truths, once touched, will bring ruin beyond redemption.”

But I had already touched them.

From the moment I suspected she was a woman,

from the moment I saw the same loneliness in her eyes that I carried in my own.

I was a Yun Que spy sent to steal the tiger tally.

She was a pawn of the Cang Ming imperial family, disposable at any moment.

We should have torn each other apart until one of us died.

Instead, on that night when wind and snow besieged the city, we shared the first kiss of our lives.

It was bloody and desperate, like two dying beasts licking each other’s wounds.

“Zhang Zhaoyu,” she gasped, pressing her forehead to mine. “If I die...”

“Then I’ll destroy this world,” I bit his lip. “And be buried with you.”

Later, her bloodstained fingers gently brushed my cheek.

“Now I’ll share half my kingdom with you. Can you still bring yourself to turn your blade on me?”

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