I Only Split Off a Clone, So Why Does Everyone Want Me to Be a Prince Consort?

Ye Piao transmigrates into a martial arts world, where the System uses the One Breath, Three Pure Ones technique to split him into three clones, each taking a portion of his seven souls. Apparently, this will speed up his cultivation.

The Red-Clad Swordsman takes Joy and Anger, becoming peerlessly arrogant and attaining sainthood through the martial arts!

The Young Literary Sage takes Sorrow and Fear, taking pity on all living things and attaining sainthood through literature!

The Demon Monk takes Love, Hatred, and Desire, living uninhibitedly and attaining sainthood through Buddhism!

Just then, the three princesses of the Great Jing dynasty announce that they are choosing husbands.

The frosty eldest princess: "How can this swordsman be even colder than me?"

The alluring and uninhibited second princess: "Young Literary Sage, let me give you a hug."

The eccentric youngest princess: "Heehee, Father told me to choose a husband, so I'll find a monk and shock him!"

"I have only three daughters. If I let them choose their husbands from among the common people, the Great Jing dynasty will remain stable."

The Great Jing emperor thinks he's got this all figured out.

Ye Piao is speechless. Can you all get out of my way? I just...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.