My Scumbag Husband, the Prince Consort

Jiang Yu wakes up to find herself transmigrated into the body of Yuan Shuang, the Imperial Princess of Great Wei.

According to the Book of Fate, all she has to do is stay alive until the age of twenty-six and die at the hands of her consort prince, and she’ll be blessed with a life of luxury and nobility in every future reincarnation.

So for the sake of this eternal fortune, she does everything in her power to offend the consort prince, just to ensure a terrible end.

She keeps pretty eunuchs, pampers her male courtesans, humiliates and mistreats him, and commits every cruel deed she can.

Later, the Song army storms the capital, and the southern troops breach Luojing. That day just happens to be her twenty-sixth birthday.

As Liu Qi presses a sword to her throat, she remains expressionless.

“Such cunning, dear Consort. Truly the scum of the earth.”

Liu Qi smirks coldly.

“May I ask, Princess, in what way am I a scumbag?”

She’s heard that after returning to the Southern Song, he’s been enjoying himself in the company of noblewomen and high officials, playing both sides beautifully.

She sneers:

“Obviously, selling your looks to climb the ladder and win military power.”

The sword in his hand crashes to the ground with a sharp clang.

Her sharp chin is seized in his grasp, like a magnolia flower picked at will.

Forced to raise her neck, she receives his breath, his kiss—both an answer and a challenge.

It’s tender, yet bruising and forceful.

He whispers her name through the chaos.

“Yuan… in this life, I serve only Yuan.”