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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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169 Chs

Chapter 50 Bodhi leaf

Mu Chen entered the room and saw the two absorbed in admiring the Green Cloud Qin.

He also walked over to the table to look at the Green Cloud Qin. "Truly deserving of its reputation as the best Qin in the world. It's a shame the strings are missing.

"I already told you that the Green Cloud Qin doesn't have strings. When I sneaked inside the secret chamber to look at it back then, I was also surprised that it didn't have strings. I thought Zhao Chaun had hidden it somewhere else, but that no longer appears to be the case," Zhao Ling said.

"Since Fei'er had brought the Green Cloud Qin without strings, it means that she have dug out the whereabouts of the strings", Mu Chen said.

"Have you brought the thing I asked you for", Zhao Ling asked, looking at Mu Chen.

Mu Chen fumbled inside his clothes for a while and pulled out a palm sized piece of thin flat bamboo