The Beloved Concubine Of The Demon King

He is the "Demon King" whom everyone respects yet keeps at a distance. Since childhood, he has suffered from a strange illness that requires human blood as a catalyst to sustain his life

She is the neglected illegitimate daughter of the current Prime Minister's residence, surviving to this day by providing blood to the Demon King

By imperial decree, she was exceptionally granted the title of consort to the demon king. However, filled with fear and despair, she took her own life by hanging before the wedding.

While the funeral was being prepared at the residence, she suddenly came back to life and opened her eyes again

Pei Qianqian never imagined that she would find herself in the body of a person from ancient times who shares her name. The first thing she did upon waking was to curse that deceitful charlatan. If it weren't for that scoundrel claiming that the blood in her body was the antidote to the demon king, she would never have become the "blood supply" for the demon king

The first meeting

He was reclusive and aloof, regarding her with disdain and speaking in a frigid tone as if he had emerged from hell, "What business do you have with this king?"

A woman rolled up her sleeves, extending a pair of fair and slender arms in front of him, pouting her lips in a pitiful manner and saying, "Your Highness, look at my skin stretched over bones; I hardly have any flesh, and every month I have to give you a bowl of blood. Don't you feel sorry for me? If this continues, I will surely die sooner or later. My death doesn't matter, but what worries me is that after I die, no one will be able to provide you with blood."

The man's eyelids have not yet been lifted, "So what?"

Your Highness, please grant me some silver to improve my meals. The spoiled and cold rice in the residence is truly unfit for human consumption. If you do not believe me, I can bring some for you to taste tomorrow

The man leaned against the soft couch, slowly lifting his eyelids. His deep, cold gaze fell upon her slender arms, and after a long while, he finally parted his thin lips to utter two cold, hard words: "Approved"

A certain lady blinked and said, "Your Highness, have you decided to give me silver, or have you allowed me to bring you something to eat"

The man's already frostbitten face instantly gained an additional layer of darkness