The Cold Palace Consort Takes on the Villains with Her Wits

The day I transmigrated into the role of a prince's consort banished to the cold palace, the System told me this was a watered-down version of an angst novel. The promised kidney- and womb-removal plot never came. Instead, the prince brought his beloved and ordered me to take the blame. I shoved his beloved into a dry well, then sat on the edge and smiled at him.

“Your Highness has two choices now.”

“Either climb down and keep her company, or help me bury her.”