In her previous life, Xue Liuliu was blind to the truth.
She helped the Second Prince, Pei Jinghuan, seize the throne, giving him her whole heart. In return, she got a cup of poisoned wine and the sight of her half-sister, Xue Fuqu, stepping on her hand as she ascended to the empress's throne.
Reborn, Xue Liuliu stands at the consort selection banquet. Facing a hall full of princes and nobles, she points toward the cold, impatient-looking man in the corner.
“Your Majesty, I wish to marry the Fifth Prince, Pei Yanci.”
The whole room erupts.
That is Pei Yanci, after all: the capital's sharpest-tongued man, who aims his words straight at people's hearts, berating the emperor above and the officials below. No one has dared marry this “living King of Hell.”
Pei Yanci looks at her without expression. “If you don't need your eyes, you can donate them to someone else.”
Xue Liuliu smiles faintly. “Your Highness, I'll make you marry me willingly.”
After the wedding, Pei Yanci sleeps in his study, avoids her, and constantly says, “Women are trouble.”
Xue Liuliu isn't in a hurry.
She feeds him, and he eats. She asks him to hand her a towel while she bathes, and he does. She straddles his lap and kisses him. He stiffens, but doesn't push her away.
Until one day, she places her jade foot on his chest and says with a flirtatious look, “Your Highness, you said we were husband and wife.”
He falls silent for a long while, then lowers his head and kisses the top of her foot.
From that day on, the devout prince breaks his vows, and the aloof prince is utterly smitten.
Later, people all over the capital see the Fifth Prince chasing after his princess consort.
“Liuliu, what would you like for dinner?”
“Liuliu, let me do your eyebrows.”
“Liuliu, don't ignore me…”
