Your Highness, You've Got a Strong Lifeforce. Let Me Suckle on It Twice

Jiang Mian transmigrated into a pitiful girl left to die in a mass grave, on the verge of having her soul scattered.

To stay alive, I set my sights on Prince Jin, who was cursed by a deadly spell.

He needed me to break his curse. I needed him to keep me alive.

He spread the rumor that I was a jinx. The emperor was overjoyed and bestowed a marriage on us, hoping that I, a walking disaster, would curse him to death.

All of the capital waited to see who would die first: me for him, or him at my hands.

On our wedding night, he lifted my veil, smiling with careless ease.

“Princess Consort, people outside say I won't live past three months.”

I looked at the surging purple aura around him and curved my lips.

“What a coincidence. I think so too.”

But then he pinned me against the bed, his fingertip stroking my flushed lips as his voice turned husky.

“Princess Consort, haven't you borrowed a little too much?”

I tipped my head back, swallowed that pure purple aura, and smiled radiantly.

“Your Highness has a tough constitution. Borrowing a little more... won't kill you.”

Until the mountains and rivers changed color and he donned the imperial robes, reaching out to me from atop the nine-tiered palace.

“With the realm as the board, you and I as the pieces.”

“I offer my empire as the bride price. May I ask, my lady...”

“Will you borrow the rest of your life with me?”