The First Mad Consort: The Useless Third Miss
In the Northern Moon Kingdom, a crowd had gathered in front of Huarong Alley, whispering and pointing, their words dripping with mockery.
“Hey, whose young lady is that? How shameless!”
“Looks like the Third Miss of the Ye family. See that birthmark on half her face? Isn’t that hers?”
“Tsk, tsk… I heard she’s even the fiancée of the young prince. Go check the prince’s manor tomorrow — see if his hat’s turned green already!”
Laughter erupted among the onlookers.
Her body wrapped in an icy chill, Ye Qingge’s mind buzzed violently. She snapped her eyes open — above her, blue sky and white clouds; before her, a ring of faces twisted with scorn.
The clothes these people wore were utterly different from modern fashion. Ye Qingge frowned slightly.
She was a mercenary queen of the 21st century, codename Nameless. Her superiors had sent her to Phoenix Mountain to retrieve the Thousand-Year Jade, but just as she entered the mountain, it collapsed. She died with no remains left behind — what a tragic end to a glorious life.
Now, as she warily took in her surroundings, the cold air brushed against her bare skin. Instinctively, she looked down — her body was covered only by a thin gauze. Bruises and marks mottled her skin in shades of purple and blue, barely hidden, suggestive and humiliating. “Disheveled” barely began to describe it.
Gripping the wall for support, Ye Qingge staggered to her feet. Every bone and muscle screamed in pain, as if she’d been beaten with hammers.
Just as she steadied herself, a sudden, splitting pain tore through her mind. A torrent of foreign memories surged into her head like a herd of stampeding beasts.
Ye Qingge, Third Miss of the Ye family’s main bloodline — her dantian shattered, a useless waste. To make it worse, she’d been born with a crimson birthmark covering half her face, earning her the title of the ugliest woman in the capital.
As for why she was here in Huarong Alley, the new memories told her: last night, her half-sister Ye Qingqing had invited her for tea at the pavilion. After one cup, she remembered nothing more.
No one knew what happened after she fainted — but Ye Qingge knew this much: when the Phoenix Mountain fell, she hadn’t died. She had been reborn into another world.
“Elder Sister…”
A soft, delicate voice broke the air. A graceful young girl hurried over, concern written on her face as she supported Ye Qingge by the shoulders.
Ye Qingge looked up with lifeless eyes at the newcomer — Ye Qingqing.
“Elder Sister, I know you have… relations with Steward Lin. But even if your passion overflows, you must think of the Ye family! Think of the young prince you’re betrothed to!”
Ye Qingqing’s tone was sharp and righteous, tears brimming in her eyes.
“You’ve brought such disgrace upon us! How will Grandfather hold his head high? How can the young prince face the world now?”
What a vicious girl.
Ye Qingge stared calmly at Ye Qingqing, who was playing the victim flawlessly. With just a few words, she had branded her as an adulteress.
If this rumor spread, Ye Qingge’s life would be ruined forever.
Around them, the onlookers whispered and snickered, throwing disdainful glances her way.
“Elder Sister, have you gone dumb from fear?”
Ye Qingqing shook Ye Qingge anxiously.
“Don’t worry — Grandfather dotes on you so much. Even if you’ve sinned, he’ll just marry you to Steward Lin.”
Ye Qingge let a faint smile curl on her lips.
“I’ve heard, dear sister, that you’ve long admired the young prince. Tell me — do you think this way you’ll finally become his princess?”
Her tone was sharp as a blade, cutting straight to the truth.
She knew it was pointless to argue — no one would believe her, no matter how she explained. But the clever ones, hearing that single line, would begin to question who was really guilty.
