The Ghost Consort Is Supreme

Women are fickle, and Yan Rusi is the perfect illustration of that saying.

She knows how to exploit every opening to survive, and playing both sides is her favorite trick. Acting innocent and playing the victim come as naturally to her as breathing...

In a world where martial cultivation reigns supreme, she is a unique presence. She is skilled in illusions and can take countless forms, wearing a thousand faces. She is also an expert in ghost magic and has spent years dealing with spirits and demons... She keeps a phantom fox and three little ghosts, and bossing them around is her favorite pastime...

But who would have guessed that behind her greed, lust, ruthlessness, and cunning lay bone-deep torment and a hidden past?

A chance encounter, an imperial edict arranging her marriage, and a life-saving red lotus bring her carefree days wandering the jianghu to an end. From then on, she begins her life as the lady of the Ghost-Faced Prince's manor.

She considers herself incredibly lucky. Other women have to worry every day about concubines taking their place and maids climbing into their husbands' beds, but none of that matters to her. Her husband's ghostly mask scares women away from him, which suits her just fine. The manor has no mother-in-law to criticize her and no sister-in-law to glare at her, exactly as she likes it...

When she has nothing better to do, she teases the purehearted prince. “Your Highness, could you make room for me?” Whenever she says this, she puts on a shy, coquettish act. She says that form is emptiness, and emptiness is form.

Perhaps her life is too easy, because even Heaven can't stand it. She discovers that the manor is crawling with spies and the prince faces danger at every turn. His ghostly mask was deliberately imposed on him, and power struggles and assassination attempts come one after another. As the lady of the manor, she has to do something.

She practices strange arts, roots out traitors, faces deadly threats, and exposes conspiracies...

With a few incantations and a red cord wrapped around a copper coin, she dares to snatch souls from the hands of the underworld's enforcers. Ice swords appear out of thin air, controlled by her phantom aura, and kill enemies without a sound. One wave of her hand and one word from her mouth summon hordes of skeleton soldiers to obey her, their eerie presence so terrifying that the enemy troops surrender without a fight. Her spatial ring holds all kinds of emergency supplies, ready to save her husband when he is in danger...

(This story has a strong, clever heroine and a reserved, scheming hero, with a one-to-one ending.)

--When the air between them turns intimate--

Teasing him is one of life's great pleasures, and she never tires of it.

“Your Highness, we've been married for three months now, but I...” She lets her robes fall half open over her stunning face, giving him a suggestive look, bashful yet alluring.

His lips are dry, his Adam's apple bobs, and he sits there without daring to move.

A sly smile flashes in her eyes as her pale hands slowly slide around his neck.

“Your Highness, do you really not like me at all?” Most of her body is nestled against him.

“Um, Your Highness...” She looks at him pleadingly. “Could you let go of me?”

--On the bloody battlefield--

“Your Highness, the enemy has an army of a hundred thousand. What do we do?” The armored deputy general beside her watches the surging mass of people in panic, his stomach churning. If the prince were here, they might have a chance of winning, but now...

A mocking smile appears on her face, and her wild voice rings out. “What's there to fear from a hundred thousand?” Her man is back there changing the dynasty. These ants want to take advantage of the chaos and cause trouble? Not a chance, not even through the door or the window!

A bloodthirsty gleam shines in her eyes. They have a hundred thousand troops, but she has countless skeleton soldiers. Let's see who fears whom.

She chants under her breath, and the chill around her grows stronger. Before long, countless skulls come flying from every direction, each surrounded by layers of black mist, their eyes glowing an eerie, ghostly green.

Against the darkness, those little green lights are especially terrifying. The hundred thousand troops are afraid before the battle even begins.

She points ahead and cries, “Destroy the enemy before you, and fight until the last breath!”

The skeletons all nod and fly toward the enemy in disciplined formation.

Everyone stares at their princess in stunned silence, admiration rising in their hearts. Wow, the princess is even more impressive than the prince. She can command skulls in battle!