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#Powerful Possessive Love #The Unhinged Crown Prince Is Going Crazy! Next short story: Love You Even After Death!

Jiang Zhen was gentle and well-behaved. The thing she regretted most was kicking Crown Prince Xie Zhao into the lake in front of everyone at a palace banquet. She had provoked someone she shouldn't have and earned herself a reputation as a jealous shrew. From then on, no one wanted to marry her.

Everyone said Crown Prince Xie Zhao was noble and gracious, kind and benevolent. Take the time he fell into the lake three years ago: not only did he refrain from punishing Jiang Zhen, he even ordered his most trusted aide to escort her home. Everyone sighed that the Crown Prince was far too softhearted.

What no one knew was that Jiang Zhen hadn't returned to her own residence. She had gone to another estate next door to the prime minister's mansion. He kept her there for three years. By day, she was the prime minister's legitimate daughter; by night, she was his plaything.

Jiang Zhen had had enough of this life. She tried to escape several times, but in the end he always caught her and brought her back.

Xie Zhao's robes hung open as he gripped her chin and asked, his eyes cold, "Jiang Zhen, what do you want me to do?"

Jiang Zhen's almond-shaped eyes reddened, her voice trembling. "Let me go."

Xie Zhao ground his teeth. "Impossible. Not unless I die."

Xie Zhao had a secret no one knew. Beneath his noble and gracious exterior was a twisted heart. For Jiang Zhen, he would go mad and turn into a demon.

Someone once asked him what to do when love went unreturned.

His dark eyes were like ink. He snapped the pen in his hand and said coldly, "Then destroy her."

One day, Jiang Zhen brought him soup she had made herself. He took it with a smile and drank it all in front of her.

Jiang Zhen's face turned deathly pale. Horrified, she asked, "You knew the soup was poisoned. Why did you drink it?"

Xie Zhao's eyes were full of tenderness as he gently stroked her cheek. "For you, I'm willing to destroy myself."

To use himself as bait, all for the hope of bringing you a moment of happiness.

Theme: Women should stand on their own