The Apocalypse’s Shadow Guard Was Tricked by the Regent into Becoming His Princess Consort

Sweet romance, light fantasy, and a capable heroine.

Twenty years into the apocalypse, Xiao Jiu's only regret before blowing herself up was the half-eaten ration biscuit left in her storage space.

When she opened her eyes again, she went splash into the lotus pond at the Regent's palace, right in the middle of an assassination attempt full of flashing blades.

Looking at the black-clad killers filling the courtyard and the dazzlingly handsome prince among them, Xiao Jiu rubbed her growling stomach and said earnestly, "I'll help you fight. You feed me one meal. Deal?"

From then on, life at the Regent's palace went completely off the rails.

The hidden guards were proud of their concealment skills, but she sniffed them out one by one by scent and by recognizing their skulls, then lined them up to say hello.

Theft in the kitchen became a regular occurrence. The servants whispered that a "hungry ghost" had appeared in the palace, one that stole only meat buns and roast duck.

The aloof Regent kept holding his forehead more and more often. Watching the little guard with snacks stuffed in her trouser legs teleport around to steal pastries, he could only think of luring her to his side as his princess consort.

"I've been poisoned. Whenever I'm near the prince, my heart goes wild. Doctor, save me!"

Doctor: "It's lovesickness poison. Stay closer to the source of the poison, and you'll gradually develop immunity."

The Lotus Cult, the black-robed men, the Southern Frontier's poison arts: Xiao Jiu handles them all.

The prince dotes on her, and she helps him protect the realm.