Reborn as a Fallen Princess, I’m Trained by the Prince to Become an Assassin

A prince of another surname bought a princess from a fallen kingdom, intending to send her to assassinate the despicable emperor. Little did he expect that the tiny thing could actually wield sorcery. A disastrous start after quick transmigration: sold off by her traitorous uncle to a cold and aloof prince...? Bu Hanchan is cold, but the “witch” Yue Furong is warm. He tries again and again to tame her, but every time he is soundly defeated in the battle of wits and has to retreat with his tail between his legs. Forget it. I’ll just keep her for myself... “Back to the prince’s residence.” Yue Furong narrowed her eyes and raised a brow... “All right.” As Dong Que drove the carriage, he heard from the carriage behind him: “Extra-spicy saber-toothed dragon!” Smack! “Yue Furong...!” “T-shaped lettuce!” Smack! Yue Furong had saved up nine “curses,” and now she had seven left. Bu Hanchan pulled her into his arms and raised a hand to flick her forehead “Chili...” “Still talking!” “Ah!” Yue Furong’s spellcasting was forcibly interrupted... “That hurts!” Bu Hanchan flicked her forehead again. “No more chanting spells!” “Round-shaped weasel!” Smack! Bu Hanchan got slapped again. He covered her mouth with one hand and flicked her forehead “fiercely.” “A weasel? I’ll show you a weasel!” “Mmmph, mmmph... Mm... don’t...” Only after he flicked her until she cried did he let go... “If you dare use sorcery again, I’ll flick you until it hurts like hell!” Yue Furong huddled in the corner... “Waaah... Just you wait! Waaah...” Bu Hanchan took a deep breath. “Let’s see whether your mouth is faster or my hand is.” A lighthearted, absurd, sweet and doting daily life, with no angst and a guaranteed happy ending. Read for fun, don’t overthink it. A guaranteed devoted couple, plus wine and good food!