After Failing to Climb into His Bed, the Aloof Chief Minister Can’t Sleep at Night!

Her entire family is condemned to death, and Su Qingyao, the daughter of a disgraced official, is reduced to the lowliest bedchamber attendant in the chief councilor’s household.

With no charcoal to warm her in the bitter winter, she finds a rag doll and rubs it frantically for warmth.

What she doesn’t know is that the doll shares every sense with Xiao Dingyuan, the chief councilor who holds the court in the palm of his hand.

When she rubs it, his legs go weak during the morning court. When she presses it against her skin to sleep, he grows feverish in his study, his throat bobbing. When she vents her anger by jabbing it with a needle, his chest seizes with pain, and the assembled officials drop to their knees in terror.

Worse still, for five nights in a row, she is taken to a dark chamber with her assailant’s face hidden, where a man ravishes her relentlessly.

The agarwood fragrance on him is exactly the same as the one worn by the high and mighty chief councilor.

Later, after she avenges her family, she flees with her fortune and fakes her death.

At the city gate, the man who has tracked her down pins her firmly against the wall.

He loosens his collar, his hot breath brushing her neck. “You’ve got this Grand Councilor’s life in your hands…and now you think you can run? Too late.”