"My dear wife, are you suggesting that I didn't put in enough effort last night?"
"Get lost, you shameless thing!"
Soon, there were sounds of chaos from inside; it seemed the Prince was getting hit again.
The maids at the door exchanged glances. Ever since the Princess Consort entered the Prince's Mansion, the Prince was getting hit more and more often.
The Princess Consort sure was gutsy. In the past, anyone who dared touch a finger of the Prince would be courting death. But she was free to hit him as she wished. No wonder some women were jealous enough to use explosives against her.
Although the Prince was a bit ugly, he wielded immense power, and the Princess Consort's conquest of such a man was something many women envied and hated.
After all, power brought status, status brought wealth, and with wealth, a family could rise.
