A sharp-tongued, over-the-top smooth talker vs. a ruthless, scheming regent
He is a mad regent who kills without mercy and treats human life as worthless. He married me only to use me as a shield, ready to dispose of me at any moment.
He thought I was a helpless pawn from a weak state, easy to manipulate. What he didn’t know was that words are the deadliest weapon of all.
I helped him bring the court to heel and verbally sparred with enemy states, using my silver tongue to pave his path to the throne.
The look in his eyes shifted from contempt and exploitation to obsession and madness.
At a palace banquet, in front of everyone, he slowly wiped the wine from the corner of my mouth with a handkerchief. His voice was hoarse, his gaze dark. “Qingyu, your sweet words have won over the whole world. When will you agree to use them only on me?”
I thought I was merely passing through his life, never realizing I had long since become his one and only prey, the obsession lodged in his heart.
“The realm is yours, and you are mine. If you dare smile at anyone else again, I’ll break your legs.”
