Your Highness's Beloved Medical-skilled Princess novel Chapter 1

Phoenix Mansion, Prince Wenhao’s residence, North Tang

The candlelight swayed, lighting up the semi-old red character of “happy” posted everywhere in the room. The light spread out from the edge of gold stamping and made soft glow, casting a pair of shadows on the wall

Yuan Qingling's face was full of tolerance and unwillingness.

He had never touched her after being married for a year. When she visited the palace the day before yesterday, the Queen Mother looked at her flat belly and sighed with great disappointment. The Queen Mother also mentioned the schedule of marrying another concubine, so she had to tell the Queen Mother that they hadn’t had sex yet although they had been married for a year.

She didn't cry or complain, but she found it difficult to accept it.

She met him for the first time at the age of thirteen. It was love at first sight. She had exhausted all means, and finally married him as a concubine. She believed, that given enough time, patience and love, he would fall for her eventually. Unfortunately, she seemed to have overestimated herself.

He was her husband, but she couldn’t see the slightest affection in his eyes. Within his eyes was merely furious hatred, which prickled her wounded heart fiercely.

An inexplicable hatred surged up inside her. She struggled to prop up her body and heavily bit his lips.

Fresh blood came out, and the sweet stinky blood dripped into her mouth.

Yu Wenhao was annoyed. He stood up and slapped her face with pure coldness. "Yuan Qingling, I’ve slept with you as you wished. From now on, we’re strangers."

Yuan Qingling laughed, desperately sad. “You hate me, don’t you?”

Before getting married, her mother had taught her what she should know as a wife, but he came to her after taking the drug to stimulate sexual desire. Once the effect of the medicine was over, he got up without hesitation.

He rolled his green robe, and gave a kick with his slender legs. The table and chairs fell to the ground with a loud sound. Everything was scattered around on the ground. His voice was cold, and his eyes were full of contempt. "Hate? Who do you think you are? I’m just disgusted with you. To me you're nothing but some disgusting maggot on rotton meat. Or I wouldn’t have taken the drug in order to sleep with you.“

He went out quickly, and she watched him disappear at the door. Only the cold wind was drawn in from the door, which instantly cooled her heart.