The Little Princess Picks Up a Transmigrated Husband

When Li Anli fell from the palace wall into Shen Qingyu’s arms, he blurted out, “Careful, Li Anli!” The little princess’s eyes sparkled. “You dare call me by my name?” Shen Qingyu froze. Oh no, his modern habits had given him away. Before long, all of the capital knew that the cold-faced Chancellor’s son had become the princess’s personal chef. The Crown Prince raised his sword. “Stay away from my sister!” The emperor narrowed his eyes. “That boy’s words and actions are strange...” Shen Qingyu spent the night poring over books: How to Pass as a Local in Ancient Times and One Hundred Ways to Spoil a Princess. When an assassin’s blade came close, he instinctively shielded Anli. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.” The little princess rose on tiptoe and kissed his chin. “Shen Qingyu, I permit you to love me!” He took out the diamond ring he’d been hiding for half a year. “Your Highness, this is called an engagement ring. Back in my hometown...”