When a crime boss became the beloved consort of a young emperor
When Shen Duo woke up, the first thought in his mind was, Which idiot had dared to cover his face with a white cloth?
He raised a hand to pull it off, only to realize the hand wasn’t his. It was slender-boned, with delicate skin and neatly trimmed nails, nothing like the hand he’d used to kill people with a butterfly knife.
His second thought was, What the hell? Why am I wearing a dress?
Before he could finish cursing, a huge flood of memories that weren’t his came crashing into his mind, like pouring a whole bottle of ink into a glass of clear water. His temples throbbed
