The Disgraced Consort's Exile: Feasting All the Way to Lingnan

[Damn it! This transmigration plot is way too much to swallow!]

Chu Yue, the owner of a Chongqing hot pot restaurant, splashed a ladle of chili oil and transmigrated into ancient times, becoming the hapless Princess Consort of Prince Jing, who had been cast out and died unjustly. The moment she opened her eyes, her family was being seized and she was being exiled to Lingnan. She was starving, with her stomach practically touching her back, and had a little tagalong thrown in for good measure.

Luckily, her hot pot restaurant had come along too. Its fragrant beef tallow broth made the long journey bearable, its tripe and aorta had the guards drooling, and its sour plum drink even made the stone-faced prince climb over the wall in the middle of the night to beg for a bowl.

Everyone said Prince Duan Feng Shaoyuan hated women, preferred men, and broke out in rashes whenever he touched a woman. But no one knew he could hear her frantic thoughts:

“This guy’s handsome, sure, but why is he such an ice cube?”

“Win him over? I’d rather eat ten plates of pig brain!”

“Help! Why is he counting my gold coins while he’s busy chopping people up?!”

Feng Shaoyuan raised an eyebrow and pointed his sword at her. “Run once, and I’ll break one of your legs.”

Chu Yue pulled out her hot pot to fight back. “Your Highness, top up ten thousand taels for VIP status and get free duck blood. Are you in?”

She defied the imperial decree, rejected the marriage, and cheerfully took the child to Lingnan. Lying flat and building a comfortable life was what she wanted. She could admire handsome men, touch them, even sleep with them, but she would never marry one.