My Crown Princess Can Do Whatever She Wants: I Allow It!

In public, he was the fearsome, scheming, aloof Crown Prince who wanted nothing to do with women. Yet somehow, “devoted husband” and “daughter-obsessed” became his bywords. Oh! It all started the day he met her: he fell into her trap, and one glance became a lifetime. In public, she was the pampered, widely known good-for-nothing legitimate daughter of a marquis’s household. In private, she was a bona fide rich woman, immensely talented and a master physician. For some reason, a certain man was always trying to set traps for her. From then on, she made trouble and he doted on her; she caused a mess and he cleaned it up. When she cried, he comforted her; when she killed, he handed her the knife. There was always some scheming green tea trying to throw herself at their noble Crown Prince.

She said, “This is my man. Lay a finger on him, and this Crown Princess will chop you up.”

He said, “I belong to the Crown Princess alone. Anyone who throws herself at me, drag her away and let the Crown Princess chop her up.”

The green tea: “Waaah...”