After Being Reborn, I Was Hounded by the Sickly Crown Prince

Her fiancé had been away at war for three years. When he came back, he had found true love and wanted to break off their engagement. Jing Ran was taken aback.

Even more surprising, the engagement was barely over when she became the Crown Princess. The Crown Prince himself had named her: a man of ruthless temperament and ruthless methods, who seemed poised to seize power from the emperor.

A reborn general wanted to take down the Crown Prince. A transmigrated healer wanted to take him down. A princess consort who could understand the language of birds and beasts wanted to take him down.

With so many enemies, the Crown Prince had no choice but to offer himself to Jing Ran, who knew the art of witchcraft, and claim her as his own.

Jing Ran stared coldly at the man lingering in her room late at night. Who was it that warned me to do my job properly, said that making me Crown Princess was already a great kindness, and told me not to want what I shouldn't?

The Crown Prince sniffled. I was wrong, okay?