"On my wedding night, I was sold into a brothel by my husband and tortured to death.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day I got engaged to him.
He is still the gentle and gentle Prince Duan, and I am still the stupid concubine in the Prime Minister's Mansion who is allowed to be bullied.
Only this time, when I raised my head and smiled sweetly at him, what I was thinking about was - which bone in his body should I start to remove? "
