O Príncipe Cruel
Ao atravessar para um mundo diferente, torno-me um príncipe herdeiro mimado e, logo de início, estou prestes a desrespeitar a maior beleza da Dinastia Zhou, Xiao Ningshuang? Do lado de fora, meu sogro, o grande general, chega com a espada em punho; no tribunal, cinco irmãos imperiais afiam suas lâminas! Um cenário de morte e ruína? Desculpe, em minha vida anterior fui um mestre das artes marciais! Luto contra os príncipes, controlo a corte, piso em todos os meus inimigos políticos! Destruo três reinos, expulso bárbaros, e a cavalaria de Da Zhou é invencível! Quanto à princesa herdeira de coração frio que me odeia profundamente? Vou me casar com ela e conquistá-la aos poucos! Não mexa comigo, este príncipe... é muito feroz!
O Príncipe Cruel
A splitting headache. The dense scent of alcohol mixed with the woman's cold, faint fragrance brutally assaulted Li Xuan's nostrils.
He struggled to open his eyes, his vision gradually sharpening from a blur. Before him was a stunningly beautiful face, delicate and tear-streaked, yet filled with resolute hatred.
Her hair was disheveled, and her luxurious silk dress had been torn open, revealing a snow-white shoulder.
In her hand, a silver dagger pressed tightly against her smooth, jade-like neck.
A faint line of blood seeped along the blade, blooming like a crimson plum blossom upon the snow.
“Beast!”
Her voice was icy and piercing, each word like a poisoned ice spike.
“I, Xiao Ningshuang, would rather die here than endure such humiliation at your hands!”
Suddenly, unfamiliar memories flooded Li Xuan’s mind like a breaking dam.
The Great Zhou Dynasty. Crown Prince Li Xuan.
Daughter of General Xiao Yuan, Xiao Ningshuang.
This was the absurd scene of a debauched crown prince, drained by wine and lust, luring the greatest beauty of Great Zhou to a tavern with ill intent.
And he, a modern martial arts master, had at this moment become the very prince on the brink of ruin.
Outside, the clanging of armor and the synchronized footsteps of troops echoed.
Xiao family's private army had already surrounded the place. Li Xuan could clearly feel the frailty of this body; limbs weak and limp, even standing was a struggle.
Yet the master’s consciousness in his mind swiftly assessed
