Reinventing the Regent’s Princess Consort: Starting as a Human Blood Bag

As the legitimate daughter of the Zhao family, Zhao Mingzhu spent twenty-three years being known as “Qingzhou’s biggest fool,” until she entered the capital as the medicinal ingredient her younger sister needed. In the ancestral hall, deep in the night, a portrait of her dead mother and two memorial tablets bearing conflicting death dates tore open the bloody curtain of the second year of Fengshun. A mysterious background, a struggle for power, a battle over the succession… The path to uncovering the truth was brutal, but at least she didn’t have to face those bloody, naked truths alone: A young man, carefree and audacious, shut down brothels and took on the Crown Prince for her, grinding his wastrel’s mask into a blade of political ambition. “With me here, the capital won’t be any worse than Qingzhou.” As the Crown Prince’s followers set their sights on the throne, enemy cavalry trampled the land. The heir to the throne died on the battlefield, and the aging emperor drank poison and took his own life. She cast off her usual boudoir clothes, set a nine-phoenix crown on her head, and stood beside the young emperor with the imperial seal in hand. At her side was Pei Yilin, who had fought alongside her to slay the dragon. “Your servant Zhao Mingzhu, together with my husband Pei Yilin, is willing to serve as regent.”