The Emperor's Cold Consort

He was languid, alluring, and cold. For more than a decade, he had traveled leisurely between countries. His status was beyond compare, yet in all his life, he had never met a woman quite so unusual.

She was aloof, heartless, and bewitching, a force to be reckoned with in both the underworld and the legitimate world. She had always prevailed, yet the moment she opened her eyes, she somehow found herself face-to-face with this mysterious, extraordinary man.

A gentle breeze lifted the ends of her shoulder-length hair. Her expression was wild, arrogant, and cold. Her words, icy enough to pierce to the bone, came one by one from between her lips: "If anyone dares provoke me again, I will cripple them!"

Kneeling on the ground before her were all his trusted subordinates.

He stood off to the side with his hands behind his back, his features cool and picturesque. His gaze was deep and amused, and he smiled silently, clearly delighted.