Dumpling_Aunt

An unfavored Prince and a sickly daughter of a Prime Minister were brought together by a marriage bestowed by the Emperor.
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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" 

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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?"


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What secrets do both of them hold beneath their weak appearance?


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The Strategist: Genius Prince and his Venomous Consort

"I will go hunt," declared Yan Xing and without wasting a moment, he vanished into the dense foliage of the forest, blending seamlessly with the shadows.

"Me too", Jun Yuan said and followed after Yan Xing disappearing into the depths of the wilderness.

Observing the two men as they seamlessly melded into the wilderness, Yang Hao turned to Zhao Ling, his eyes alight with a sense of responsibility. "Young Chief, allow me to gather dry twigs for the fire," he said.

A gentle smile graced Zhao Ling's face as she nodded approvingly. The sight of her companions willingly engaging in their respective tasks filled her with satisfaction. With grace, she sat down on the rock, waiting for them.

With nimble dexterity, Yang Hao swiftly gathered an ample collection of dry twigs. He returned to Zhao Ling's side soon, and he skillfully arranged the twigs in a neat pile, ready to ignite it.

Chapter 139 Bandits