Useful Nurungji

“Marriage with the Minister of the Central Secretariat’s illegitimate daughter? It seems the Minister takes me for a fool.”
Qiao Qin narrowed his eyes as he laughed.
If the Minister truly intended to dump a frail, unwanted daughter on him,
then he would use Soran to bring the Minister down instead.
At least, after making her fall for him completely.
“Please try this, my lady.”
From the smiling Qiao Qin came the bitter scent of herbal medicine.
That was how Soran knew he disliked her.
And yet, something felt strange.
Sweet syrup always lingered on those who were kind,
a chill wind on those who were indifferent…
“Why must we sleep separately? We are husband and wife.”
Qiao Qin wore a gentle smile—yet carried the scent of cold wind.
“My lady, you do not need to be of any use at all.”
With an indifferent face—he gave off the fragrance of syrup.
What was more, at some point, that bitter scent had vanished from him.
Could his words be true? Did he no longer hate her?
…No. Could it be—he actually liked her?
That thought shattered her world.
Crrrk—like the sound of a solid rock cracking.
As if the weakest of eggs had been smashed against it, again and again, thousands of times.
The story of Soran—once dismissed as useless—
becoming a great egg, a precious egg, and at last, the royal egg.