She was a solitary ghost doctor who could kill or save with a single thought. Owing someone a life debt, she promised them a lifetime of peace and health. She did everything in her power, only to have her entire family wiped out in return.
She was a foolish girl, bullied by everyone and known throughout the land. Timid and dull, she was pushed into a dry well by her own family and died full of resentment.
Being reborn, she dazzled the world.
In this life, she would spare no one. Those who had bullied her would learn that death was preferable to what she had in store for them.
In this life, she would plan each step carefully, wielding peerless martial arts and unmatched medical skills to uncover layer after layer of conspiracy. She had returned only to avenge her family's slaughter.
He was the good-for-nothing Ninth Prince, a man so fearsome that women everywhere avoided him.
Rumor had it he was peerlessly handsome, but loved men and not women. No one knew he had been devotedly waiting for her for ten years.
Rumor had it he was refined and otherworldly, but useless in every way. No one knew he had long since made a name for himself throughout the land.
When he met her, his disguise fell away and his brilliance was revealed.
In public, she could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. In private, one cup was enough to knock her out.
Before drinking, she was cool and aloof. Once drunk, her lecherous side came out.
Her split personality made her impossible to read.
She was ruthless and coldhearted, yet wanted to save all her warmth for him alone.
He was proud and calculating, yet willingly gave her his heart.
Their hearts stirred, their love deepened, their fate began ten years ago: in that warm glance, in those pure eyes.
She said, “Anyone who touches him will pay with their life.”
He said, “Anyone who stands in her way will be killed without mercy.”
Drunken antics:
“Why do you like men? Is it because men are more satisfying than women?”
“Shameless.”
“Do you like being on top or on the bottom?”
“Filthy.”
“What position do you and he like best?”
No sooner had she finished speaking than a teacup flew toward her face. She casually leaned aside, and the cup shattered into powder on the floor. “So you like to get straight to it. Bold. Just my type.”
“...”
The man was speechless. What a shameless woman.
A tender moment:
“Ten years have passed. Why are you still so devoted to me?”
“If I forget you, I die. If I don’t forget you, I live.”
“My hands are already stained with blood. Does that not matter to you?”
“As long as it’s you, it doesn’t matter.”
“Then, Mo'er, would you be willing to go to hell with me?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Wherever you are is better than all the splendor in the world. How could that be hell?”
“From your heart to your body, from top to bottom, you’ll be mine to command. How about it?”
“What if I’m not willing?”
“Then I’ll keep going until you are. You can choose the position.”
“…”
The man was on the verge of tears. A shameless woman was a shameless woman: when drunk, she was crude and direct; when sober, she played at restraint.
[This is a one-on-one romance with a powerful hero and heroine. The hero spoils his wife without limit, while the heroine is sometimes proud and calculating, sometimes goofy and shameless. Come on in!]
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