The Spoiled Princess Consort Has the Best Luck, and the Disabled Prince Dotes on Her Every Day

Yu Sui: “Prince, you believe in Buddhism, and I believe in Daoism. We’re not right for each other. Let’s break up.”

Su Pei: “Someone go turn every temple into a Daoist shrine.”

Yu Sui: “Prince, you’re 196 centimeters tall, and I’m 170. We’re not right for each other. Let’s break up.”

Su Pei: “Someone, break this prince’s legs.”

Yu Sui: “Prince, your surname is Su, and mine is Yu. We’re not right for each other. Let’s break up.”

Su Pei: ...

Yu Sui: “Prince, you’re a man and I’m a woman. We’re not right for each other. Let’s break up.”

Su Pei, the “not-right-for-each-other” prince, finally ran out of patience and shut up her incessant chatter with a kiss.

Three days and nights later.

Su Pei: “Are we right for each other now?”

Yu Sui nodded furiously. “We are, we are...”

Su Pei: “Are we still breaking up?”

Yu Sui: “What nonsense, Prince? We’re made for each other, a match blessed by heaven.”

Su Pei: “Indeed, heaven made us a match!!!”

Yu Sui: ...