I Hear the Crown Prince Is Destined to Be Missing Me

It began with a slap and ended with a look. Zhao Qi had never in his life felt such concentrated hatred, love, fear, and resentment toward one person. A good-for-nothing crown prince versus a bold daughter of a military family, with a male green-tea schemer and a saintly, black-hearted lotus lending strong support. He wagered his empire and his life, never realizing that he had long since become her captive. He once threatened to give his wife to someone else. When the face-slapping storm hit with full force, could he hold on to the last shred of dignity he had as a husband?