The Legitimate Daughter Defies Fate: The Cold Princess Consort's Poisonous Love Lasts a Thousand Years

[Two Male Leads + Original Story + Equally Matched Leads + Sweet and Angsty Romance + Liu Yu + Soul Transmigration and Gender Swap + Fighting Side by Side + Redemption + No Filler]

“Shen Qingyue’s birth mother’s coffin had barely grown cold when he was forced to marry Prince Tuoba Yan.

The groom was the legendary living-dead prince.

Once the eldest son of the Shen family, he had been forced to dress as a girl for thirteen years, passing as the Shen family’s ‘legitimate daughter.’

In one sudden turn of fate, he became a sacrificial offering to a tyrant.

On the verge of death, he pulled out the Soul-Calming Nail that had sealed the tyrant for three years, saving his life.

He was Tuoba Yan, the decisive and ruthless Prince of Zhenyuan, betrayed by the person he trusted most and left unconscious for three years.

When he awoke, the one who had saved him was already a cold corpse.

‘Since you saved me, whether in life or death…’

‘The sharpest blade in this world is a living person who refuses to forget.’

As Shen Qingyue breathed his last,

the scar on his throat was still burning.

He lay in Tuoba Yan’s arms, his crimson wedding robe soaked through with blood,

just like the rainy night thirteen years ago,

when the medicine his stepmother forced down his throat to change his body stained his clothes red.

The Soul-Calming Nail he had pulled out lay in his palm,

still warm from the other man, yet cold enough to pierce his bones.

‘What is your name?’ Tuoba Yan’s voice echoed inside the ice coffin.

He wanted to answer, but poison had robbed him of his voice when he was five.

He smiled. As his consciousness sank into darkness,

he saw himself reflected in the other man’s eyes, and that was enough.

Half a month later, his soul transmigrated into a princess, surrounded by endless wealth and luxury.

‘So I… am loved by someone, too…’

That day, his chest began to burn, and the wound refused to heal.

‘Undress! Let me see the prince’s wound.’

‘Master: In this life, I can finally touch you.’

Tuoba Yan cried out in anguish, ‘I don’t care who you are, give me…’