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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 77 Fighting Lord Six

The atmosphere grew tense as Lord Six's sword began to emit a sinister aura, its sharp blade taking on an ominous crimson glow. The air grew thick with negative energy, causing the hairs on Yan Xing's neck to stand on end. Lord Six gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he unleashed a burst of dark energy that reverberated through the sword. The vibrations grew more intense with each passing moment, causing the ground beneath them to tremble.

Yan Xing's sword remained steady, unmoved by the ferocity of the attack. The sound of metal on metal echoed throughout the arena, the clash of swords ringing out like thunder. The clash was deafening, a testament to the power of both swords.

Lord Six's sword continued to rattle with each passing moment, the vibrations growing more and more intense. The sound was almost unbearable, like nails on a chalkboard. But Yan Xing's sword remained unfazed, its position unyielding, and showing no signs of being affected in the slightest.