Regent, Take Care: Your Princess Consort Has the Underworld at Her Back

Yun Youran, the King of the Underworld from the Eastern Continent of the twenty-third century, transmigrated into the body of the silly, fat, useless Princess Qingping of the Lingfeng Continent.

Ahem~

It was just starting over and grinding through levels again. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t done it before. She’d treat it like leveling up an alternate account.

Other people get cheat codes to help them from the start?

Hmph. Yun Youran scoffed. Her very existence was the ultimate cheat.

Cultivation was difficult? She had the King of the Underworld’s own heaven-defying cultivation technique.

Ancient divine beasts and demons were rare? One contract, and she had an entire zoo.

Sacred and divine artifacts were hard to come by? The world-famous Arsenal Pavilion belonged to her. She wouldn’t even spare the low-grade weapons a glance.

Green-tea schemers and white-lotus innocents kept showing up? No worries. They weren’t even worth the attention of a big shot like her.

She lived by the principle of never wasting words when she could just take action. If she couldn’t win an argument, she’d simply give them a one-slap package deal that scattered their souls.

Most people transmigrated alone, but the Underworld transmigrated in groups, like they were going on vacation.

But just as she was eagerly hoping to regain her strength and return to the modern world, could someone tell her what to do about the Regent Prince who clung to her like an accessory and seemed determined to stick to her every day...?

He was supposed to be handsome, rich, independent, and an orphaned bachelor.

How had the whole dynamic turned around, turning an iceberg into a popsicle and a little puppy who loved acting cute and playing pitiful at every opportunity...?