After transmigrating, Luo Qingran became the ugliest legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's household and was forced to marry the Ninth Prince, Chu Mingfeng, a war god hailed as the "handsomest man alive."
On their wedding night, the prince gripped her chin and sneered, "How can there be a woman as ugly as you, enough to outrage both gods and men?"
Luo Qingran silently opened the All-Purpose Taobao System.
Medical Sage's notes, buy!
Disguise mask, buy!
Miracle water, buy, buy, buy!
She smiled faintly. "I hear Your Highness has kidney problems?"
The next day, the entire court received the news:
The Ninth Princess Consort has miraculous healing hands and treats every kind of defiance.
Chu Mingfeng gritted his teeth. "Who are you, really?"
Luo Qingran: "Your sugar daddy."
From then on, the capital's ways changed completely.
"Your Highness, the princess consort went to a brothel."
"Send her some silver."
"Your Highness, the princess consort smashed up the Crown Prince's residence in a fit of rage."
"Send more men to keep her safe."
"Your Highness, the princess consort says she'll marry the master of Tongyou Manor in three days and put a green hat on you."
Chu Mingfeng slowly put on half a mask, the corner of his mouth curling into a dangerous smile.
"Tell the princess consort that the manor master she's marrying is someone I will personally kill tonight."
She stepped closer, her smile breathtaking. "Chu Mingfeng, say that again. Who's ugly?"
The prince reached out and pulled her firmly against his waist, his voice low.
"I am. I'm too ugly for my wife."
