The Emperor's Cold Consort

He is languid, alluring, and cold-hearted. For more than a decade, he has moved leisurely between countries, his status beyond compare. Yet in all his life, he has never met a woman quite so unusual. She is cool and aloof, ruthless and bewitching. She has always prevailed in both the underworld and the legitimate world, yet the moment she opened her eyes, she inexplicably came face to face with this mysterious, extraordinary man. A gentle breeze stirred her shoulder-length hair. Her expression was brazen, wild, and cold as she spat out each icy word: “If anyone dares provoke me again, I’ll cripple them!” Kneeling on the ground before her were all his trusted subordinates. He stood off to one side with his hands behind his back, his features as cool and elegant as a painting. His gaze was deep and amused, and he smiled in silent delight.