The Warlord's Ninth Concubine

[Republic era + tragic romance + white moonlight + love and hatred + household intrigue + faked death]

[Older, cold, domineering warlord × seemingly innocent Ninth Concubine]

Nanjing has a bustling commercial street, and on that street stands the most respectable Governor's Residence, home to the famous Northern warlord, Governor Huo.

Governor Huo became famous for his nine outstanding military victories ten years ago, and ten years later, his nine concubines kept his banner flying high.

And I, Yu Jiayin, am twenty years old, the ninth concubine of a man about to celebrate his forty-fourth birthday.

Before my father was thrown into prison, I was the lawless little tyrant of Fuping Street.

After he was imprisoned, I sank into the flesh trade in the glittering foreign concessions to save him. It was truly unbearable to look back on.

Later, when my body was ruined and I could no longer bear children, I learned that my father had died in prison long ago.

I was barely alive when someone laid me out and tossed me into a room, preparing to marry me off as a concubine to a wealthy merchant over seventy years old.

That day, that night, Huo Zongming entered my room.

He asked me, “You really can't bear children?”

I honestly said, “Mm.”

He suddenly leaned close, licked my lips, and said, “Then be my ninth concubine.”

I understood every word, but not the meaning of the sentence.

But I knew for certain this was my only way to survive.

So I married Huo Zongming, a mercurial, ruthless king of hell.

And so began the love, hatred, life, death, and bitter tears of the rest of my life.