The Poisonous Prince: Consort, Please Take Your Place

“A wicked woman like you, what right do you have to make him die for you?” As Su Tong lay dying, she listened to her cousin’s spittle fly and smiled. That was right. A wicked woman like her deserved to die. What would Su Tong do after being reborn? Of course, she’d mend her ways! So when thunder rumbled, she got scared and climbed into bed in the middle of the night, wrapping herself around a naturally toasty human heater. While bathing and changing, she gazed at a certain lord’s bronze chest and firm six-pack, then lower still… “Your Highness, your nose is bleeding.” “…” Su Tong sighed. “Poor me, looking at my deliciously handsome husband every day, with all the lust and none of the nerve!” The prince raised an eyebrow. “I permit you to have the nerve.”