Who Says a Concubine Is Just a Plaything? She Rose to Become the Prince's Master

On the eve of her wedding, he abducted her seven times, all for a bit of carefree pleasure. A little over a month later, dressed to the nines, he looked down at her, a wretched mess inside a pig cage. “You're pregnant before the wedding? You brought this on yourself.” “Enjoy being covered in rotten vegetables and stinking eggs?” “Enjoy being scorned and humiliated by the whole city?” She glared at him in silence. Everything she was suffering now was his doing. If he still dared to take her away, then just wait and see. She didn't care if she had to become his servant or concubine. To hell with “you brought this on yourself.” To hell with “enjoy it.” To hell with “having fun.” One day, she would make him her servant and pay him back for everything.