From Disgraced Heir to Phoenix

“On my wedding night, my husband sold me to a brothel with his own hands, where I was tortured to death.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day our engagement was arranged.

He was still the gentle, refined Prince Duan, and I was still the foolish, concubine-born daughter of the Prime Minister’s household, bullied by everyone.

But this time, when I lifted my head and smiled sweetly at him, I was thinking: Which bone of his should I start breaking?”