*Delicate Beauty × Tyrannical Power Minister*

The biggest regret of Wei Linlang’s life was drinking that spiked wine at her cousin’s birthday banquet—an act that entangled her with the ruthless and powerful minister, Rong Ke, in the most unspeakable way.

Afterward, Rong Ke strode into her family’s estate and tossed a stack of silver notes before the crowd. “Compensation for your household.”

Swallowing her humiliation, she stepped forward, her voice trembling with fury as she confronted him: “Some things cannot be settled with money.”

As she had demanded, he allowed her into his marquisate—but only as a concubine.

Unwilling to accept this fate, she schemed tirelessly, vying to become his official wife. Yet he humiliated her at every turn:

– Any robe she touched was discarded.

– The floors she walked on were deemed tainted.

– Even speaking her name was beneath his dignity.

After repeated rejections, her heart turned cold. She gave up, resigning herself to idle days in the marquis’s manor. At least the estate was vast—she would never go hungry.

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Rong Ke despised Wei Linlang, especially the faint, haunting fragrance that clung to her.

That night of madness? Half of it had been due to the underhanded plot—but the other half? He had lost his senses because of her scent.

He loathed losing control.

And so, he spurned her relentlessly.

Until the day his subordinate hesitantly repeated her bold words from the courtyard—”I no longer care about becoming the marquise.”

The moment the words reached him, a vermilion-stamped imperial document went flying across the room.

Once again, he lost control.

That night, he pinned her beneath the silken bed curtains, his grip unforgiving. “Wasn’t it your dream to be my wife?”

Later, his mocking voice drifted through the swaying gauze, dark with amusement: “Playing hard to get? You win.”

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