The Princess Consort Conquered the Brothels, Then Took on the Court

I, Xiao Jingyu, Prince Jing, bought back the most sought-after courtesan in the capital.

Everyone thought I was lusting after her beauty and keeping her as a mistress.

Only I knew that the woman I had bought was a mystery I could not fathom.

She was unexpectedly well-behaved.

She never competed for my favor or tried to please me. In fact... she barely seemed like a woman at all.

She treated my manor like a government office, my bedchamber like a duty room, and converted my gifts into cash for the accounts.

She was always talking about “performance,” “processes,” and “long-term planning,” turning romance into project management.

She looked at me with clear, focused eyes, like a top strategist sizing up her lord.

The whole capital was laughing at me, saying a courtesan had bewitched my mind with her sorcery.

They didn't understand.

When poisoned arrows of intrigue were aimed at me, she used a wisdom I had never encountered to build a wall around me.

When the whole dynasty was crushed beneath the weight of its deep-rooted ills, her mind, from a thousand years in the future, illuminated the only way out.

Later, deep in the night, with only the stars and moon as witnesses, she finally lowered her guard and tremblingly revealed her greatest secret:

“Your Highness, I don't belong to this place. My home is in the distant future.”

I wiped away her tears, enclosed her cold hand in my palm, and pressed it against my burning heart.

“Qingyin,” I said, my voice carrying a tenderness and certainty I hadn't even realized were there.

“No matter where you come from, the one standing beside me now, the one who has captured my heart, is you alone.”

“If you want to take on this manor, this court, even this whole realm...”

“Then I'll face it all with you.”