Power and Devotion: The Wicked Prince Is Too Overbearing

Jiang Shengwan had no idea her family had fallen on hard times. To her astonishment, her grandfather had people carry her into this man’s house.

On their wedding night, someone lifted her veil. Through her tear-swollen eyes, she saw a man who looked like an immortal, with an air of noble refinement. Wasn’t Wang the Lame supposed to be hideously ugly and good for nothing? “You really are Wang...” Jiang Shengwan lowered her head, unwilling to say the unpleasant word “Lame.” Shen Si stared at her without looking away for even a moment. The simple, roughly made red wedding dress did nothing to diminish her beauty. His smile held all the longing he had been unable to express in his previous life. “Shengsheng, call me husband.”

Seeing the girl freeze, Shen Si sighed softly. “Never mind. Not yet. You deserve the finest phoenix crown and wedding robes in all the world. Only then will you truly be a bride.”

Jiang Shengwan stared blankly at the man before her. His eyes were full of tenderness. Was he feeling sorry for her...?

“Husband.” The girl lowered her flushed face. Her soft, shy voice reached Shen Si, and his gaze suddenly deepened.