His Secret Guard

Luo Momo kept mumbling on, “His Highness is only twenty-three, still young and vigorous. How could he possibly have no women? On your wedding night, he took you twice, didn’t he? Men say one thing and do another. He’s indeed been busy these past few days, but he still made time to come here to […]

When her lips were kissed, Qingge seemed to still hear Ning Wang’s laughter—deep, lingering. The cold yet domineering aura enveloped her entire being, making her slightly confused, unsure of what had just happened. This sensation was indescribable—as if some potent poison had surged through her body, paralyzing all her strength.

Extra chapter (1/1) from us, AerialRain! Buy us a koffee on ko-fi for more chapters. Thank you for your support! Maybe Ning Wang thought he had completed his marital obligation on the wedding night and thus no longer needed to pay her any attention? Qingge pondered. If that were the case, she would need to

The next day, Ning Wang rose very early. Qingge pretended to be asleep, keeping her eyes closed and acting as if she hadn’t heard when he got up. Anyway, there were no elders in Ning Wang Manor, so as the new bride, she didn’t need to pay respects to anyone. Once Ning Wang finished dressing,

After bathing, Qingge returned to the bedchamber, where Ning Wang had also finished bathing. She felt a momentary urge to retreat. She could kill, set fires, and face life-and-death situations, but being this close to Ning Wang felt far more daunting. But she knew there was no turning back now—she had to go through with

The bridal procession first made a stop at a suburban estate belonging to Ning Wang, which had been prepared in advance. There, Qingge was attended by a host of maidservants and court ladies as she bathed and changed into a red bridal gown and a phoenix coronet. Ning Wang was a prince, and this marriage,

The next day, when Luo Momo came to attend to Qingge, her face was still swollen. It was clear that the people of Ning Wang Manor were aware of her punishment, and Qingge was openly unapologetic about it. She knew that her actions had already strayed from the behavior Mo Jingxi had outlined for her.

Luo Momo was initially confused when she heard this, but then realization dawned, and her expression changed significantly. She had been reckless earlier, pressing with such direct questions. Ning Wang Manor was unlike any other place, and Yuning Province, which Ning Wang ruled, was the western gate of the Great Sheng nation. For years, the

Seeing Ye Min about to step into the courtyard, Qingge swiftly changed her tone, her face turning blank as she glanced toward the gate with puzzlement. “Your Highness, who is that?” Ning Wang replied nonchalantly, “A subordinate.”

The day was gradually darkening. Due to the rain, there weren’t many people on the road, just occasionally a farmer slowly walking beside it with an oxcart. Ning Wang’s horse trotted lightly on the wet road, followed by thirty-six elite guards.