A Bewitching Concubine, and the Cold-Faced General Loses Control Again and Again

[Reborn] [A maid rises to become the favorite] [The husband chases his wife to win her back] [Size difference] [Utterly doting]

[Cold-faced disabled prince vs. seductive little temptress]

Shen Zhiwei suffered a gruesome death in her past life.

She believed her stepmother’s claim that it was “for her own good,” and took her legitimate older sister’s place in a marriage meant to bring good fortune to a disabled prince, entering his manor under its protection. But instead of a wedding night, she was given a bowl of infertility soup and forced into a ghost marriage in a dry well. Her stepmother personally shoved her into the well, where she perished.

When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the night she was sent to the disabled prince’s bed.

She knew exactly what kind of person she was: greedy and cowardly, with an ordinary mind. Even after living a second life, she hadn’t suddenly grown a new brain.

So she could only shamelessly keep up the act, planning to pocket some travel money and make her escape, never to look back.

Then the disabled prince recovered from his old ailment, just as he had in her previous life. The Dowager Princess tossed her a bag of silver and ordered her to leave the manor at once.

She swiftly packed her belongings and ran for her life, only for the prince to stop her at the manor gates.

Dark currents churned in his eyes, and his voice was low and husky. “You’ve already stolen my heart. Why not keep me under your spell for the rest of my life?”

Only later did she learn that her auspicious constitution, believed to bring good fortune to her husband and bear sons, had driven the cold-faced prince wild. He stood up for her and killed for her, doting on her until he transformed her from a maid sent to bring him good fortune into the apple of his eye. Two children in three years, and she even became the princess consort.

Her ungrateful family was left in ruins, kneeling before her and begging forgiveness. She felt nothing.

“I know you are foolish and frivolous, and your mind is empty. Yet I love you. I know your schemes, your ideals, your snobbery, and your vulgarity. Yet I love you. I know you are second-rate. Yet I love you.”

The Painted Veil, W. Somerset Maugham