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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 89 Fight inside the Brothel

Chapter 89 Fight inside the Brothel

Yan Xing's steely gaze locked onto the lady, while Jingsheng tried to defuse the situation with a more diplomatic approach. He spoke with a tone of authority, "Young lady, please cooperate with us. We don't want any trouble."

The lady stood her ground, her posture calm and collected despite the danger that loomed before her. Her eyes flickered with a glint of recognition as she looked towards a certain direction. In response, two shadowy figures emerged from the darkness with swords drawn, their eyes fixed on Yan Xing and Jingsheng.

Their cold and menacing voices rang through the hall, echoing off the walls and causing a chill to run down the spine of every onlooker. "Leave now or face the consequences," they warned in a tone that brooked no argument. The tension in the room was palpable as the swords gleamed in the dim light, ready to strike at a moment's notice.