Su Qingruo transmigrated.
One moment, she was testing poison; the next, she had become a hanged woman with a child born out of wedlock, a concubine’s daughter unloved by her mother.
Su Qingruo had had enough, so she cut ties with her scumbag father on the spot.
But her home was bare, she had barely enough to eat, and she had a baby to raise. Then a play-the-pig-to-eat-the-tiger heir to the princedom showed up out of nowhere.
Su Qingruo was exhausted.
Luckily, she was skilled in both poison and medicine. She could deal with scumbags and drive off enemies; all she wanted was to find a peaceful corner in this chaotic world.
But as she looked at the handsome man with his almost demonic face, who clung to her like a stubborn plaster, she could only rub her forehead in exasperation. “Your Highness, I’m just a useless idiot. What do you like about me? I can change, okay?”
“Oh?” The man lifted her chin, his voice full of amusement. “As it happens, I need a useless idiot to be my princess consort. You’ll do.”
Su Qingruo: “...”
Your Highness, you really do have unusual tastes.
