The Worthy Consort

After transmigrating, Liu Qingqian was greeted by one resounding slap after another. Damn it, she had sent anyone who dared touch her straight to the King of Hell. Anyone who slapped her would get slapped right back.

She was inexplicably ordered to marry a prince, but her second mother wanted her own daughter to take her place as the bride. What was a princess consort’s title compared to freedom? If her half-sister wanted the position, she could have it. Liu Qingqian would simply pack her bags and roam wherever she pleased.

She had barely escaped the wolf’s den when she somehow stumbled into a demon’s lair.

“If you want to stay, be my plaything. If you don’t like it, get lost. Of course, if you get hurt or killed on your way out of the demon’s lair, that’s your problem.”

The demon of an older brother was as temperamental as the Lord of Heaven himself, while the demon of a younger brother was as nasty as Satan. Both delighted in tormenting Liu Qingqian. For the sake of her life, she endured, and endured with all her might!

He led thousands of troops to welcome her as his consort. She looked stunned, yet willingly stepped into the carriage, all to escape the demon’s lair full of deviants and the lifetime of peace he had promised her.

The scene was the same, but the woman he had come to welcome was someone else. One moment he had treated her with the utmost care; the next, he personally drove her into a desperate plight…

He had gone to great lengths to summon her to the Great Shang a thousand years in the future. He saved her from danger, quarreled and played around with her, killed and robbed for her, all for nothing more than the spirit pearl inside her…