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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 94 Curse of Truth

The scene was gruesome, but no one present had any sympathy for the lady, for they knew of the puppet sect's heinous acts. Yan Xing, Jingsheng, and Lin Nan were not inclined to show mercy, regardless of her gender. In their eyes, every evil deed deserves retribution.

Despite the excruciating pain caused by the loss of all her fingers, the lady remained tight-lipped, refusing to divulge any information. Jingsheng was impressed by her loyalty, but it was short-lived. His sneer reflected the lack of admiration he had for her, and without a moment's hesitation, he swung his sword and severed her right arm.

The lady screamed uncontrollably, writhing in pain as blood spurted from the fresh wound.

"Speak!" Yan Xing said, his cold and domineering tone demanding answers.

The lady before him trembled at the sound, her eyes locking onto Yan Xing's pitch-black gaze. She stammered, "I… I… I am just an ordinary member of the puppet sect, I don't know anything."