The Pampered Wife Becomes a Workhorse, and the Thousand-Year-Old Lord Can’t Get Enough

When Ming Shiwan crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, that dignified prince was watching her with a smile at the corner of his mouth. Burdened by a blood feud, she had to tread carefully. She could transform into the haughty, domineering legitimate daughter of the Duke's household, the fragile victim everyone could bully, or a shape-shifting killer. Every one of them was her. Before her stood demons and monsters, along with schemes of every kind. But behind her stood an equally powerful patron. The powerful Lord Qiansui raised her chin with an exquisitely crafted dagger. “I said I have no use for anyone who can't prove their worth. Ming Shiwan, show me what you're worth.” After that, she became even busier. Everyone in Shengjing said Lord Qiansui doted on his wife without limit, cherishing the Duke's legitimate daughter in the palm of his hand. When Ming Shiwan heard those rumors, she was pulling a knife out of her chest. “Heh... a pampered wife? No, I'm just Lord Qiansui's workhorse.”