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The Strategist: Genius Prince and his Venomous Consort

An unfavored Prince and a sickly daughter of a Prime Minister were brought together by a marriage bestowed by the Emperor. . . . Yan Xing, the Fifth Prince of the Yan Empire was born premature and was said to be an impotent prince. Zhao Ling, the Second Miss of the Prime Minister's household was said to be a sickly lady who couldn't be able to bear a child because of her weak body constitution. A Perfect Match! The whole empire was in clamor when the Imperial edict about the marriage was announced. "Truly a match made in heaven" "The spring night is out of reach for them. haha" "Both of them will be a short-lived ghosts. At least they can accompany each other when going down the yellow river" ........... The Wedding Night. Zhao Ling glared at the man who was pressing her on the bed, "Aren't you impotent!" Yan Xing smirked looking down at the beauty, "well, aren't you a weak and sickly lady too! How comes you are as strong as a bull?" ........... What secrets do both of them hold beneath their weak appearance? ___________ The cover art doesn't belong to me, Credits to the rightful owner. If you are the owner and want me to take it down, please comment.

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Chapter 111 New Year Banquet

As evening fell, a procession of opulent carriages gracefully navigated the winding path leading to the magnificent palace, signaling the grand arrival of esteemed guests for the eagerly anticipated New Year banquet.

Amidst the excitement, Zhao Ling meticulously prepared herself for the festivities, adorned in a resplendent lavender dress that effortlessly accentuated her grace and beauty. Delicate white flowers adorned the fabric, intricately embroidered with the utmost precision. Her cascading locks were artfully styled, with half of her hair elegantly braided and secured by a luminous white jade hairpin.

"Senior sister," Murong Xue entered the room, her voice gentle yet filled with urgency, "Prime Minister Zhao is waiting for you".

Pausing for a moment, Zhao Ling delicately placed her brush down, signifying her nearing completion.

"Hmm… I am nearly finished," she responded, her voice carrying an air of determination.