“I won’t be a concubine.”
Qi Yu had heard those words countless times.
He hid the calculation in his eyes and gently stroked her hair, his voice soft. “Not a concubine. The principal wife.”
She asked crossly, “But don’t you like men?”
Jiang Rong was at a loss, tears streaming down his face as he cried, “Your Highness, the Prince doesn’t like men!”
She thought herself clever, escaping again and again right under his nose. What she didn’t know was that every escape had been under his control.
Hidden in the shadows, he quietly watched her make a scene time after time.
Just as she finally gave up and prepared to give him her heart, she discovered that his vows had been nothing but empty words.
She watched in silence as red silk filled the Prince’s residence, while he held another beauty in his arms, their passion unabated.
Years after her death, she returned, breathtakingly beautiful, with several people already by her side.
