The Poison Consort Only Wants to Earn Merit: Lord Marquis, Drink Up

A bold heroine’s rise + a battle of equals

A ruthless, calculating marquis and powerful minister vs. a clear-eyed, self-preserving concubine-born daughter with technical expertise

I took my elder sister’s place and married the living King of Hell, who was afflicted with a deadly poison. On our wedding night, he grabbed me by the throat and demanded I die with him.

I promptly fed him a bowl of a different poison, smiling sweetly. “Marquis, your poison can be cured. But there’s no hope for your brain.”

Everyone said I was an unlucky bride brought in to improve his fortune, and waited for the murderous marquis to grind me to dust.

But I had a divine poisoncraft System and was the only one who could save him. I was also the only one who could end his life whenever I pleased.

I planned to earn enough merit, divorce him, and run away. Who knew the killer would pin me against the wall, eyes red, and say, “Zhaozhao, my life is yours. And you’re not allowed to throw me away!”