Her Horse Slave

Shen Zhaoyue was once the daughter of a powerful family. After her family was destroyed and her loved ones killed, she became a concubine in the Marquis's household. What she didn't know was that the arrogant heir, Pei Jizhou, was the same young slave who had once knelt to fasten her saddle. She was far more practiced at serving others as a concubine than she had ever been at being served as a lady. He gripped her chin and sneered, yet turned around and burned to ashes the imperial decree granting him a marriage to a princess. She endured the humiliation and played her part, until the red wedding candles blazed on her wedding night. Trying to run? Wearing his wedding robes, Pei Jizhou kicked open the side courtyard door and pulled her struggling body into his arms. Ten years ago, you thought I was filthy. Now it's my turn to keep you prisoner. When he lifted her bridal veil, she discovered what was locked inside the box by her pillow: half a piece of malt candy she'd casually given him years ago, and the mountain of blood debts he'd carefully laid the groundwork for over the past decade.