When Su Qinghuan transmigrated into the body of an unloved concubine-born daughter of the Minister’s household and was forced to become a sacrificial bride to the supposedly cold-blooded Prince Jing, she wanted no part of it.
Until she heard the thoughts of this “living King of Hell”
At their first meeting, he looked icy and said, “Behave yourself.”
But in his head, he was frantically thinking: [She looked at me! Her eyes are so bright! Does she think I look especially handsome today?]
When she brought him his medicine, he frowned and scolded her, “You’re so careless.”
But inwardly, he was frantic: [Did she burn herself? I should blow on it for her! I should’ve prepared some candied fruit. Will I seem too gentle?]
When assassins struck at the palace banquet, he shielded her and said coldly, “Stay there. Don’t move.”
But his thoughts were trembling with tenderness: [Don’t you dare hurt my girl, or I’ll wipe out your entire clan!]
Su Qinghuan covered her aching head, worn out by all the noise, and wanted to shout at the prince whose inner monologue never stopped: “Your Highness! Your thoughts are going to drive me crazy!”
Xiao Jue, ears burning red but outwardly composed: “…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
In his mind: [Has she figured it out?! Does she know I like her?! What do I do, what do I do? Maybe I should just propose!]
Later, the whole capital knew that Prince Jing doted on the concubine-born daughter who had come to be his sacrificial bride.
Only Su Qinghuan knew that this decisive, ruthless prince was a childish man in private, whispering questions in her ear like, “Does my hairpin look good today?” and “Would you like some osmanthus cakes?”
Maybe involuntary mind reading isn’t such a bad way to fall in love?
