Fleeing the Wedding: A Citywide Beauty Becomes a Princess Consort

He is the crown prince, holding sway over half the capital. Wicked and charming, he schemes among beauties.

Who doesn't know that the Crown Prince's residence is home to three thousand beauties, a riot of color, yet lacks only a Crown Princess?

She is his lofty-ranking secondary consort, gentle and kind, the prince's exclusive favorite.

With powerful connections and a beautiful face, she is the envy of all.

She is the prey he has set his sights on, a beauty who lives up to her name.

Three people, one love, and in the end, affection is doomed in the imperial family.

The Duan family once flourished, and he was the one who raised it to its peak, single-handedly sowing the seeds of resentment among the three of them.

“If you don't marry the Crown Prince, the Duan family will fall! Your mother won't last much longer.”

“If you don't marry the Crown Prince, the Fifth Prince will certainly take you as his consort. His Majesty will never allow it, and the Duan family will be in grave danger.”

Yet what she remembered was a childhood promise: “Sister Zuiling, can we still be sisters in the future?”

The girl in her memory gave her a playful, blushing look. “Married to the same man?”

“Of course not! We'd marry two brothers. Qingcheng would never want to stand against her sister.”

That joke from their childhood became the cruelest blade of all, tearing their sisterly bond apart.

Beneath the plum tree:

“Shall we make a wager?”

He said, “What sort of wager?”

She said, “If Sister's baby is a girl, I'll marry you as your secondary consort. If it's a boy, you'll make her your consort, and I'll never marry. How about it?”

As she said, “How about it?” plum blossoms drifted down and settled in her hair. She narrowed her eyes, remembering the saying about a beauty who could topple a kingdom...