The Poisonous Consort Is Too Delicate to Care for Herself

Mu Ziyin transmigrates into the body of a marquis’s legitimate daughter. On the surface, she is a frail beauty who gasps for breath after every few steps. In truth, she is a doomsday-era powerhouse, poisoned by a deadly toxin and perfectly capable of beating people up and poisoning them.

Everyone in the capital shakes their heads and sighs: What a pity. Such a beauty, but she’s a sickly thing.

Jun Mingmo, the late emperor’s youngest son and a first-rank prince, is ruthless and cold-blooded, and has no interest in women.

When he first meets Mu Ziyin, he says, “Our engagement is off!”

Later, eyes red, he pins her in a corner. “Yin’er, you can forget about ending our engagement.”

After they marry, Mu Ziyin is forever dragging her transmigrated best friend all over the place.

Today, she beats up the young master of the Minister’s residence for harassing a common girl; tomorrow, she raids a corrupt official’s private mine.

The Crown Prince, sporting a face swollen like a pig’s, cries at the prince’s residence: “Uncle! Do something about your princess! Look what she did to me!”

Jun Mingmo looks up. “Crown Prince, mind your words. My princess is too delicate to look after herself.”

The hidden guards lower their heads to stifle their laughter: Yes, yes, so delicate she can knock a grown man out with one punch.

Only when the ministers jointly complain that the princess has been “committing acts of violence” does Jun Mingmo leisurely set down his teacup.

“An Yi, go ask whether the princess hurt her hand. Tell her to wear iron gloves next time.”

The ministers are floored: Your Highness, could you at least show your doting on your wife some basic restraint?!

Jun Mingmo raises an eyebrow: Is it easy for me to find a wife? If I don’t spoil her and she runs off, can any of you afford to make it up to me?