After My Adopted Sister Pushed Me Off a Cliff, the Prince Cherished Me to the Bone

[Transmigration + spatial powers + household and palace intrigue + revenge + romance + mutually faithful couple + wife-chasing crematorium]

Chen Xiang was a medical doctor who transmigrated into Mu Qinghuang, the neglected legitimate daughter of a general’s household. Because her birth chart supposedly clashed with her grandmother’s, her family disliked her, and she was raised in the countryside. Her adoptive sister, Mu Qinglian, framed her, while the prince despised her. The couple had never consummated their marriage.…

Chen Xiang transmigrated into Mu Qinghuang and set out to avenge the original owner, taking down the scheming green tea and securing the revenge the original owner deserved!

The male lead, Gong Mohan, saw through the scoundrel’s true nature, turned over a new leaf, and began chasing his wife with everything he had…

Mu Qinghuang was tied to a frame, iron chains binding her hands and feet. Fresh blood soaked through her tattered clothes, and she was covered in blood…

His black brocade robes were sumptuous, a white jade crown flowing from his hair and a blue-gold jade belt at his waist. They made him look noble and imposing, aloof and peerless, with the commanding aura of a king who looked down upon the world!

He glared coldly at everyone and barked,

“How could so many of you fail to keep an eye on one pregnant princess consort? What are you good for? And you let her escape! Find her! If you can’t, bring me your heads!”

Ying Feng, Ying Ye, and Ying Zhu stood in a neat row, heads bowed and silent. They thought, The princess consort is pregnant, and she’s so desperate not to stay with the prince that she ran off with the baby…

One by one, they hung their heads, secretly laughing as they looked at the prince above them, all bluster and no bite.

Gong Mohan looked at them and said,

“When you find the princess consort, break her legs. Let’s see her run then…”

Half a year earlier…

A moonless, windy night.

The north wind howled, tearing dead leaves from the ground and sending them whirling into the air before slamming them down hard…

A dark, damp dungeon…