Spoiled Without Restraint

Wen Mingzhen was picked up by her master, Shen Qinghe, on his way back to the capital. He was gentle and patient with her, but forbade her from going out alone, interacting with other men, or leaving the residence without permission...

One day, she accidentally discovered the sordid secret surrounding Shen Qinghe.

Watching him cough up blood, his brows furrowed in pain, Wen Mingzhen shut the door in an emergency.

She thought things would be peaceful after that, but Shen Qinghe had been poisoned by a strange toxin from the Western Regions. Every night, he needed to make love with someone, and had to keep it up for over a month.

He had countless enemies at court, and was constantly at risk of being framed by their treachery. With no other choice, she had to personally help him dispel the poison.

Fortunately, Shen Qinghe would not remember what happened at night. She managed to keep it secret for half a month, until he finally noticed that her virginity cinnabar had disappeared.

His gaze turned ice-cold as he pressed her with question after question, his fury boundless.

Wen Mingzhen stubbornly kept the truth from him. After making him ill with anger, their relationship fell to rock bottom.

For several days in a row, she gave Shen Qinghe the cold shoulder by day, then went to his room at night to help him dispel the poison.

On the final day, the emperor granted her a marriage, and Wen Mingzhen became the future wife of the palace graduate.

On her wedding night, she nervously waited for the man who was her husband in name, only to suddenly lose consciousness.

In a secret chamber, her graceful, otherworldly master stood with his ink-black hair half loose, his frail body ravaged by illness, holding a porcelain bottle from the Western Regions.

Under her gaze, he gave a self-mocking laugh and drank it all. Then he gripped her chin and bent down to pass it into her mouth, his eyes burning with the familiar, shadowy fire.

Before long, the medicine took effect. Her whole body grew feverishly hot, and she curled up in distress.

“Don't be afraid...” Shen Qinghe stroked her cheek, a sickly red flush at the corners of his eyes. “Your master will dispel the poison for you.”

Please read before starting: This isn't a political intrigue novel. It's a sweet romance.

The hero is two-faced, and at his core, he's both crazy and creepy.

Please don't overanalyze. The author's intelligence is limited, so kindly point out any plot holes.

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