The Scheming Prince's Pricey Abandoned Concubine

One day, a doctor with superb medical skills transmigrates into the body of a discarded consort in Prince Ning’s household. No one wants her there. She lives in a dilapidated hut, eats rancid food, gets bullied by the concubines, and her husband watches coldly from the sidelines. She’s had enough. Just because the tiger hasn’t roared doesn’t mean it’s a sick cat! A haughty concubine relies on the prince’s favor and tries to break her legs? She throws her straight into a pond to feed the fish. Let’s see if she dares act so arrogant now! Her brutal husband wants to ruin her virtue so he can marry someone new? She infects him with a terrible disease and turns him into a laughingstock throughout the capital, so he’ll never be able to hold his head high again! Her wicked half-sister schemes to marry her off as a concubine to a sixty-year-old man? She ruins her reputation and sends her to a seventy-year-old butcher, so she can suffer every last hardship! She’s no saint. She’s a demon returned from hell. Anyone who hurts her will be sent to a fate worse than death! She’s cold-blooded and brazen, cool and proud. She never thought she’d marry again in this life, but somehow she’s caught the attention of a cunning wolf of a man who won’t stop pursuing her. With nowhere left to hide, she’d better run. Excerpt One: Hatred blazed in the man’s bloodshot eyes. He pointed at the woman before him, her smile bright as a flower, and ground out, “Zhong Qing, you vile woman! You framed my beloved concubine, killed my son, and stabbed my mother. Prince Ning’s household has no place for a ruthless mistress like you. Take your divorce papers and get as far away as you can. If I ever see you again, I’ll make sure you die without a proper burial!” The stunning woman’s lovely lips curled slightly. Her words flowed like tinkling water, infuriating him beyond measure. “Of course I’ll leave this wretched place, but you’re not divorcing me. I’m divorcing you!” Her radiant smile suddenly turned icy. With a quick flick of her slender hand, she tossed a divorce document at the furious man’s face. “Dongfang Hong, you despicable, shameless, deranged scoundrel! You’re not the one rejecting me. I’m the one rejecting you! If you ever dare bother me again, I’ll make you wish you were dead!” The words “By Imperial Decree” stood out clearly on the white paper. The furious man gaped at the woman confronting him, unable to believe it. The next moment, he spat out a mouthful of bright red blood and collapsed unconscious. Excerpt Two: On a dark and windy night, a figure crept out from a quiet corner and climbed up a wall, muttering to herself, “They say marriage is a grave. I barely crawled out of one grave, and I’d have to be out of my mind to climb into another. It’s better to be free on my own and go wherever I want.” She leaped down from the wall, only to find a tall, broad-shouldered man blocking her way. His white teeth gleamed in the moonlight. Her smug smile froze on her face as a chill swept down her spine. She turned and ran. The handsome man, beautiful as an immortal, caught her by the wrist with ease. His foxlike eyes glinted with danger as he smiled. “Qing’er, where are you off to so late? Don’t tell me you’re trying to run away from the wedding?” “Your Highness, you jest. The moon is lovely, so I just came out for a stroll.” Zhong Qing smiled obsequiously and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. “Marriage may be a grave, but at least being laid to rest is better than being left out in the wilderness. You’d be better off being laid to rest with me, Qing’er.” The man raised a mischievous brow and drew the woman he loved into his arms, whispering tenderly in her ear. She kicked him hard in the waist, eyes blazing with anger. “Laid to rest with you? You son of a…”