[Transmigration + historical romance] Su Li transmigrates into a fluffy silver wolf cub.
In these mountains, where the strong prey on the weak, she has neither sharp fangs nor claws, just the timid heart of a human. To stay alive, she activates her “cling to a powerful patron” strategy, clamping her teeth onto the hem of Xiao Jingchen’s robe. He is the aloof, ascetic Crown Prince of the current dynasty, with an extreme aversion to dirt.
Everyone thinks the filthy little wolf cub will be dead within three days.
After all, the Crown Prince changes his clothes if so much as a fallen leaf touches him. How could he possibly tolerate a wild beast getting close?
But the face-slapping comes without warning.
The Crown Prince not only refrains from throwing the wolf out, he orders ten buckets of hot water to be heated so it can have a bath. When the cub knocks over its medicinal bath, tears up memorials, and leaves bite marks in the imperial snow silk, everyone trembles, expecting bloodshed.
Instead, the decisive Crown Prince simply picks up the troublemaking cub and draws it into his arms, stroking its fur as he coldly orders his guards, “If I see mud on it again, you’ll spend a month scrubbing the latrines.”
Su Li: …This is one sturdy thigh to cling to!
But little by little, she notices that the Crown Prince’s gaze grows increasingly strange.
When she licks her paws, he looks away, the tips of his ears turning red.
When she is injured, he stays up all night applying medicine, his movements as gentle as if she were a fragile treasure.
After she gets into trouble, he even murmurs in her ear, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”
Then one day, on the night of the full moon, the seal on an ancient forbidden site breaks. In a flash of blue light, Su Li takes human form and falls into the arms she knows so well.
