The Ghost Consort Returns: The Crippled Prince Gets His Dragon Aura Sucked Away Every Night!

[Two powerful leads + female-led story + the supernatural + punishing scumbags + political intrigue + revenge] She was the eldest legitimate daughter of the Duke of Zhen Guo’s household. Yet on her wedding night, her half-sister Su Yun poisoned her with a Gu, ripped out her soul, and tormented her to death! When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer the timid and useless Su Yuehua, but the Ghost King returned from the underworld! Beneath her red wedding gown, her delicate fingers twirled. The Heartless Gu she had just planted was ripped out by her own hand and crushed in her palm! “How interesting.” She gave a soft laugh, her dark red eyes wicked and languid, as if she were looking down at an insect. Her half-sister schemed against her? She would make her suffer the backlash of her own Gu poison, wishing she were dead! The crown prince looked on coldly? She would smile sweetly and make him regret it! The emperor arranged a marriage to humiliate her? She had married into Prince Yan’s household from inside a coffin. Why not give them another spectacular gift: a ghost bride! Rumor had it that Prince Yan, Fu Guwen, was frail and crippled, cursed with a solitary fate and destined to die young. Now that he was marrying a ghost bride born under an inauspicious hour, the bad omens were doubled. Yet on their wedding night, the man sitting in a wheelchair was surrounded by the golden aura of a true dragon. Cool and noble, he fixed his deep phoenix eyes on her. “You’re not Su Yuehua. Who are you, really?” She narrowed her eyes with a teasing smile and leaned toward him, alluring and bewitching. Her lips parted: “Husband, are you so eager to know who I am?” “Too bad. I’m more curious...” She traced a jade finger across his chest, breathed in the aura of the true dragon, and licked the corner of her lips. “Can your dragon aura give me a much-needed boost?” Fu Guwen’s expression turned icy. He was about to push her away, but the very next second... She struck back, pinning him beneath the red bridal curtains as she whispered: “My prince, it’s our wedding night. We have all night to talk...”