I Picked Up a Little Darling to Be My Princess Consort

The heroine, left homeless, crouched by the roadside gnawing on a cold steamed bun when a little chubby child suddenly wrapped his arms around her leg and called her “Mom.” “Mother! Zhaozhao found you!” The child’s babyish voice drew countless startled, curious, and entertained stares, all fixed on the pair. She gently tried to pry the little hands clinging tightly to her away. “Little one, you’ve got the wrong person. Let go and go find your real mother.” But when she looked up, she saw an extraordinarily handsome yet icy man, cold as ancient ice, striding toward her with a sword and shattering the sunlight. Just as she thought she was doomed, the Prince of Jing’an coldly tossed her three keys to his vault. “From today on, you are the Princess of Jing’an...”