Woman Transmigrates into a Man: After a Makeover, the Grand Princess Falls for Him

I, the queen of extreme sports, have transmigrated into the capital's number-one playboy.

The good news: I'm the legitimate son of a marquis, rich and handsome.

The bad news: My older brother eloped for love, and an imperial decree says I have to marry in his place.

Marry whom? My future sister-in-law, the icy Princess Royal!

“I'm not getting married!”

My parents pull out a cleaver and a stack of banknotes. “Marry her, and you'll get a monthly allowance of ten thousand taels. Refuse, and the whole family will be executed.”

I drop to my knees. “Mother, Father, is the betrothal gift enough? If not, I'll go win some more!”

On our wedding night, I pull out a contract. “Your Highness, how about a marriage in name only, with no interference in each other's lives?”

She looks up calmly. “Agreed. But in public, you have to play your part.”

And so...

At the palace banquet, I peel shrimp for her and wipe her mouth, acting so hard I make myself sick.

She steadies me calmly. “My husband is crying tears of joy.”

When enemy forces threaten the border, I charge through their camp in red robes on a white horse, then throw myself into her arms. “Honey! Wasn't I amazing?”

She lifts me up in front of everyone. “Yes. You'll be rewarded when we return to the palace.”

Later, I pacify the borderlands for her, and she puts the imperial robe on me.

On the Dragon Throne, she hooks a finger in my belt. “How does the Emperor want to be spoiled today?”

The ministers cover their eyes. “Your Majesty! The Emperor wants to be carried again!”