The Demon King's Beloved Consort

Note: This is a monogamous romance with both leads inexperienced, and he dotes on her alone.

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He is the “Demon King,” shunned by everyone. Since childhood, he has suffered from a strange illness and needs human blood as a medicinal catalyst to stay alive.

She is an unloved illegitimate daughter of the prime minister’s household, and has survived until now by providing blood to the Demon King.

An imperial edict makes an exception and bestows her upon the Demon King as his consort. Terrified and desperate, she hangs herself before the wedding.

As the household prepares for her funeral, she suddenly comes back from the dead and opens her eyes again--

Pei Qianqian never dreamed she would transmigrate into the body of someone from ancient times who shared her name. The first thing she does after waking is curse that charlatan who spread such nonsense. If that damn swindler hadn’t claimed the blood in her body was the Demon King’s antidote, she wouldn’t have become his “blood bank”!

Their first meeting--

He is withdrawn and arrogant, barely deigning to look at her. His icy voice seems to cut through from the depths of hell. “What do you want with me?”

The young woman rolls up her sleeve and holds out her pale, slender arm, pouting pitifully. “Your Highness, look at me, all skin and bones, with barely two ounces of flesh on me. I have to give you a bowl of blood every month. Don’t you feel sorry for me? At this rate, I’ll be dead sooner or later. I don’t mind dying, but I’m afraid that once I’m gone, no one will be left to give you blood.”

The man doesn’t even lift his eyelids. “And?”

“Your Highness, could you give me some money so I can eat better? The spoiled and cold leftovers in the prime minister’s residence aren’t fit for human consumption. If you don’t believe me, I can bring some for you to try tomorrow.”

Leaning against the chaise, the man slowly lifts his eyelids. His deep, frigid gaze falls on her stick-thin arm. Only after a long pause does he part his thin lips and utter two clipped words: “Granted.”

The young woman blinks. “Your Highness, did you mean I can have some money, or that I can bring you food?”

The frost on the man’s face turns instantly darker. “...”

An adorable little dumpling--

Seeing his parents pressed together, the little dumpling is furious. He swings his tiny paws at his father without hesitation. “Don’t bully my mother!”

The prince keeps a stern face. “I was planning to have your mother give birth to another child for you to play with.”

The little dumpling’s anger fades. Remembering the sight of their lips pressed together when he came in, he asks innocently, “Is kissing all it takes?”

The prince is taken aback, then nods.

But the little dumpling uses all his strength to shove him aside and boldly climbs onto his mother. “I’ll do it. You just watch!”

The prince’s face darkens. “...”

His mother is dumbfounded. “...”