Forced to Marry in My Sister’s Place, I Was Stolen Away, and the Powerful Minister’s Kiss Made Her Blush

On the day Prince Yong forced her into marriage, Lin Qingyou slapped the imperial decree across the eunuch's face. One moment she was wondering how to make Prince Yong drop dead; the next, Prince Jing, Qi Yu, came charging in, snatched her away, and ransacked the household, carrying her off along with the entire princely residence. Does being Prince Jing make you so special? A feng shui formation and a string of poisons: she set them all up for him in a single night. At dawn, he found her. The poison in his leg was still untreated, yet he gripped her chin. “Planning to keep your chastity like your sister? You'd better think about how you're going to escape.” She pressed three silver needles to his throat. “Your Highness, I practice both medicine and poison. Are you sure you want to try me?” He smiled. “As it happens, I'm looking for a princess consort, and she can't be afraid of dying.” Later, the entire capital was abuzz with rumors Prince Jing, Qi Yu, had gone mad. He'd stolen Prince Yong's betrothed and locked her up in his residence, tormenting her day after day. No one knew that at night, he would stare absently at the old scar on her wrist, his voice hoarse as he said, “You saved me at the border all those years ago. You said your name was Chuchu. You said to wait for me to come back and marry you.”