The Scheming Crown Prince's Brutal Consort

The Story of a Ruthless Crown Prince and a Brutal Princess A story about a cold, ruthless, and formidable princess who dotes on a stunningly handsome, devilishly charming, and scheming crown prince! A story about how a sinister crown prince and a vicious princess secretly conspire and join forces to wield absolute power over the court and harem!?! And this is a story about... The Netherworld, at the Bridge of Helplessness. Granny Meng expressionlessly shoved the ghost who had already drunk her soup toward the path of reincarnation and said coldly, “Next.” A female ghost wreathed in murderous aura drifted up to Granny Meng. Granny Meng asked mechanically, “What were you in your previous life?” The ghost guard escorting her flipped through the Book of Life and Death and calmly replied, “An assassin.” Granny Meng’s expression remained unchanged. She turned to fetch another bowl of soup. “And the life before that?” The ghost guard flipped through the book again, the corner of his mouth twitching. “A terrorist.” Granny Meng raised an eyebrow, still perfectly composed. “And the life before that?” The ghost guard turned another page and gaped in disbelief. “A God of War who defied Heaven!” This time, Granny Meng could no longer stay calm. Her dry, ancient hands trembled, and the soup sloshed over the rim of the bowl, soaking her skirt. Her voice shaking, she asked again, “A-and the life before that?” The ghost guard flipped through the book once more, his face ashen. “...The Buddha of Slaughter!” The Buddha of Slaughter, who killed any person she met, slew any god she encountered, and destroyed any Buddha in her path; a being who embodied savagery, violence, fury, coldness, and ruthlessness, and even dared to use the Buddha’s face as a doormat!?! With a crash, the porcelain bowl hit the ground. Granny Meng was left staring in utter shock. The Brutality Chapter: Scene One: A pair of fair, delicate hands entered the basin, and the clear water instantly turned a glaring red. Cheng Yimo glanced at the woman kneeling on the ground and said indifferently, “Take her away and subject her to kneecapping!” At those words, everyone present felt their knees go weak and a chill run down their spines. Kneecapping: cutting out the kneecaps while the victim is still alive! Scene Two: Murderous intent surged in her shadowed eyes, and a vicious aura radiated from her entire body. She looked as if she had crawled straight out of hell. Her tiny frame carried a formidable, battle-ready killing aura. “Break all four of her limbs and throw her into the back alley for the dogs. If she still refuses to talk, tear her apart with five horses and hang her head on the southern city gate, so her master can have a good look!” The guard stared in terror. A chill rose from the soles of his feet and ran through every limb, as if he had been plunged into a freezing ice cellar. Not only did his limbs go numb, his thoughts ground to a halt as well. The Childhood Sweethearts Chapter: When they were children: “Little Princess, today’s lesson is to embroider a lovely peony on this handkerchief.” The woman respectfully handed over the handkerchief and needle, then left in trepidation. As soon as she was gone, the little girl imperiously shoved the handkerchief and needle into the hands of the exquisitely pretty little boy beside her, who looked as if he had been carved from jade. Her face cold, she ordered, “Embroider! I’m going horseback riding.” “Yimo...” The boy tugged plaintively at the girl’s skirt, trying to stop her from leaving. The girl glared angrily, and the boy immediately gave in. He obediently sat inside like a sheltered young lady, stitching a peony one needle at a time. When they grew up: In the most honored Crown Prince’s bedchamber, the stunningly handsome and devilishly charming Crown Prince sat on the bed. He held a handkerchief in one hand and an embroidery needle in the other. A dazzling peony bloomed beneath his fingers, while a pair of mandarin ducks and butterflies seemed to brim with affection in his stitching. Just then, his personal attendant came running in, panting. “Your Highness, Your Highness, something terrible has happened! The Crown Princess brought a man back with her, and he’s a dashing, distinguished, handsome man at that.” His long, narrow phoenix eyes narrowed, a sharp glint flashing in them. The needle that had been stitching the handkerchief suddenly changed course, piercing the attendant several times until bloody holes appeared. His voice rang out ominously. “Dashing? Distinguished? Handsome?” The attendant suffered terribly, hurriedly forcing a smile more pitiful than a sob as he flattered him. “Your Highness, you are elegant, handsome, charming, brilliant, refined, and erudite. You’re a cloud in the heavens, while that man is mud on the ground. He can’t compare to you, not in the slightest.” That night, on the exquisite bed, the devilishly charming and scheming Crown Prince eagerly served his formidable, brutal darling wife. As he massaged her shoulders, he cautiously tested the waters. “Yimo, I heard you brought a man home today...” He had barely begun when her sharp gaze swept over him. The Crown Prince’s heart trembled with fear. It was as if daggers were flying from her eyes! “Ah, I won’t ask, I won’t ask. Let’s go to sleep, let’s go to sleep.” The Crown Prince...