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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 113 Grand Preceptor

Nestled within the confines of the box was a captivating sight—a delicate silver hairpin adorned with vibrant red peach blossom flowers, complemented by the presence of two dainty silver butterflies gracefully suspended from it. The metallic hue possessed an alluring uniqueness that set it apart from the ordinary sheen of silver.

As her gaze fell upon the hairpin, Zhao Ling's eyes widened with recognition. The metal it was fashioned from stirred a flicker of familiarity within her. She had encountered this exquisite material before. It was none other than Nasil—a rare and precious metal, bestowed upon Liu Yifei by Prime Minister Zhao himself.

Though astonishment coursed through Zhao Ling's veins at the sight of the Nasil hairpin now in Yan Xing's possession, she maintained an impeccable facade of composure, concealing her surprise behind a veil of stoicism.