Rainha Fantasma: A Nona Consorte do Rei Demônio
(Um romance com um casal único, protagonista masculino frio e dedicado, protagonista feminina divertida e astuta) Por confiar na pessoa errada, ela foi humilhada, esfolada viva e morta. No domínio dos fantasmas, durante cem anos, ela curou e envenenou com apenas um gesto, resolvendo as vinganças do passado nesta vida. A irmã legítima era incomparavelmente bela — presenteou-a com uma casa de entretenimento cheia de sedução. A irmã mais nova era pura e nobre — enviou-a para um deserto, nem um banho poderia limpar sua dignidade! O caminho da vingança é rápido, cruel e satisfatório! Mas quem pode lhe dizer quem é o homem que, mesmo envolto em uma nuvem de veneno na porta de sua casa, ainda pula e corre por aí? Certo homem: "Hum, hum, estou gravemente envenenado." Certo mulher: "Mas você parece saudável e radiante." Certo homem: "Você entende de medicina e venenos, deve me salvar." Certo mulher: "Só sei deixar alguém entre a vida e a morte, paralisado, implorando para viver..."
Rainha Fantasma: A Nona Consorte do Rei Demônio
Eastern Mo Empire, early June. The crown prince, Zhongzheng Wuqi, was deposed. In July of the same year, he was granted death by imperial wine.
The early summer night was tinged with a slight chill, the darkness settling like black ink. The river wind stirred the willows along the bank, the scenery intoxicating.
Inside the prison of the Supreme Court.
From within a dilapidated cell came the ragged breathing of a man, mingling with the unrestrained laughter of a group of men.
After a frenzy of madness, one man stood up in satisfaction while the others exchanged glances. One of them lunged again at the woman on the ground.
She remained utterly silent, not even the faintest moan escaping her lips.
It was impossible to say how long this depravity lasted before it finally ended. The last man, climbing off the woman, fixed a lewd gaze on her slightly swollen belly and spat, “I’ve had my way with so many women in this prison, but never a pregnant one!”
Another man, staring at her fine features, felt his throat tighten again. “Not only pregnant—she’s the crown princess!”
“Bah! The wife of a deposed crown prince still counts as a crown princess? But the child in her belly is royal blood, a true imperial grandson!”
The men exchanged glances, their intentions clear. They eyed her belly, then pounced once more. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead like drops of blood, and the pain twisting her delicate features was intense.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed through the corridor. Into the cell strode a young gentleman in broca
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