The Dashing Demon Consort

Huofeng transmigrated and became Shen Qingluan, the illegitimate daughter of the Minister of Revenue. When she opened her eyes, a stunningly handsome man was half-undressed, using both hands to desperately squeeze her throat… A cold glint flashed in her starry eyes. She kicked the handsome man flying, swiftly stripped off his clothes, tied him up like a dumpling, and even stuffed a stinky sock in his mouth. How dare he provoke Huofeng? He was asking for death. Rumors around the capital: “Have you heard? His Highness the Prince of Jing chased that lovesick girl from the Shen family for two whole streets. He wants to marry her!” “Have you heard? The Crown Prince went to the Shen residence and said he’d divorce the Crown Princess to marry Shen Qingluan!” “Have you heard? The capital’s most eligible bachelor declared at the Baihua Brothel that he would marry no one but Shen Qingluan!” Hearts were breaking all over the capital. The world had gone mad. Since when had a lovesick girl become so popular? Why bother being demure anymore? In no time, women all over the capital were batting their eyelashes, tossing handkerchiefs, and offering themselves, each more inventive than the last. A scene from the story: In the main hall of the Minister of Revenue’s residence, the Crown Prince wore a cold expression. He had come today to break off his engagement to Shen Qingluan, his secondary consort. But the moment Shen Qingluan and the Crown Prince met eyes, everything changed. His gaze went vacant, and he murmured, “Shen Qingluan, will you marry me and become my Crown Princess? I’ll divorce the Crown Princess and marry you.” Everyone in the hall was stunned. Shen Qingluan smiled brightly. “Your Highness, you absolutely mustn’t! How could you divorce the Crown Princess to marry me? I’m willing to end my engagement to Your Highness. From now on, we’ll have nothing to do with each other. We can each marry whoever we want, and neither will interfere with the other.” The corners of Shen Qingluan’s lips curved darkly, and her eyes were cold. If anyone was going to end the engagement, it would be me. The Crown Prince doesn’t get to do it first. A scene from the story: “Your Highness, the princess consort beat up the Left Chancellor’s son.” “Hmm.” The handsome, bewitching man continued working without looking up. “Your Highness, the princess consort threw His Majesty’s wet nurse into the lotus pond.” “Let her. As long as she’s happy.” “Your Highness, the princess consort beat up the Right Chancellor.” “Got it.” His dark brows arched over eyes full of indulgence. “Your Highness, General Zhao is going to beat up the princess consort, ” The guard hadn’t even finished speaking before the prince shot away. The guard nearly coughed up blood. He still hadn’t gotten to say that the princess consort had already beaten General Zhao half to death.