[Transmigrate into a Book + High-Maintenance Heroine + Ice-Cold Prince + Hilarious Sweet Romance + Political Intrigue]
Su Qingwan never dreamed that a quick stop to buy candied hawthorns after work would land her inside an ancient romance novel as a cannon-fodder princess who wouldn’t survive three chapters, betrothed to the “Cold-Faced King of Hell,” Prince Jing!
On her wedding night, with the red candles blazing, Xiao Jue approached step by step. He was so handsome it was almost criminal, yet as cold as ice. Su Qingwan was scared out of her wits. Were they really about to consummate the marriage? No way! She wanted to live a few more years!
Thinking fast, she pulled out the mulberry jam her maid had packed for her, spat a mouthful onto the red carpet, then flopped stiffly onto the bed, shut her eyes, and kicked out her legs. “I-I’m done for… Your Highness, let’s be husband and wife again in our next lives!”
The servants dropped to their knees in terror, but Xiao Jue crouched down and lifted the corner of her mouth, stained with “blood,” with his fingertips. His gaze was cold yet amused. “This ‘blood’ of the princess’s tastes sweet, like mulberries. Are you trying to poison me, or trick me?”
Su Qingwan: “!!!” He saw through that too?
She thought they were about to drag her out and behead her, but Xiao Jue simply stood and tossed out a line: “Behave yourself. I can’t be bothered to deal with a ‘corpse.’”
Su Qingwan was secretly delighted. Playing dead worked!
From then on, the Prince Jing’s residence hosted a daily performance of “The Princess Pretends to Die.”
