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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 60 Inside the Mansion

The fourth prince invited Governor Lian into his carriage, and they set off towards the governor's mansion.

Meanwhile, Zhao Ling and He Qing were lurking in the city center. After a while, they noticed some maidservants from the governor's mansion shopping for the evening banquet. Seizing the opportunity, they lured two of the maidservants into an alleyway and knocked them out. Then, they snuck back to their room at the inn they rented in the city center.

They quickly changed into the maidservants' clothing and laid them on the bed. He Qing produced some thin masks and disguising tools, while Zhao Ling studied the facial features of one of the maids carefully before selecting a mask and carefully applying it to her face. With a brush and powder, Zhao Ling expertly blended the mask onto her skin. After a few minutes, Zhao Ling had transformed into one of the maidservants.

"Senior sister, you're so fast," He Qing said, painting her brows.