The Laid-Back Princess Consort Wins by Doing Nothing, Thanks to Metaphysics

🔥 The lazy princess consort x the prince who says he hates her but clearly doesn't 🔥 Outsmarting foes with mysticism + winning them over with food + face-slapping the palace schemers 🔥 A lucky cat + sweet, satisfying daily life + rising political intrigue Transmigrated into a palace-intrigue novel as a disposable princess consort who won't survive three chapters, Wu Meier decides to lie flat. She spends her days eating and drinking, and occasionally reads the side consorts' palms. “Big sister, your fate is lacking in metal. Avoid going near the water for a while.” The next day, the side consort most desperate to win the prince's favor slips by the pond and knocks out two front teeth. “Little sister, your love star is shining, but the man in your fate isn't the prince.” On the third day, the most alluring concubine elopes with the stable hand, making the prince a laughingstock throughout the city. Wu Meier happily eats her watermelon, only to see the prince, rumored to be cold and violent, kick open her door. “Since you're so good at fortune-telling, consort, why not predict when I'll throw you into the woodshed?” She blinks and spits out a watermelon seed. “Your Highness, your forehead is dark. Within three days, you'll suffer a bloody disaster, ” “Unless you hold me while we sleep.”