The Princess Consort Has Punched Another Hole in the Sky

Lin Zhiyi, a Tsinghua University PhD in biology, was a sharp-tongued, caustic tyrant in the lab. After pulling an all-nighter for an experiment, she dropped dead. When she opened her eyes again, she had become the Princess Consort of the Prince of Zhenbei in the Great Zhou dynasty, brought in to bring him good fortune. The good news: she married a prince. The bad news: the prince was on the verge of death. Even worse, he didn’t die, and he was cold as ice. He looked at her as if she were a fly. The original owner was a concubine-born daughter of the Lin family, shoved into the prince’s manor by her stepmother to wait for death. On their wedding night, the prince lay in bed, barely breathing, while the entire manor prepared for a funeral. Lin Zhiyi rolled up her sleeves. “It’s just poison, right? I studied biology. I aced toxicology!” She forced a bowl of antidote down his throat. The prince coughed up three liters of black blood and came back to life. The entire household dropped to their knees. The prince opened his eyes and saw a disheveled woman crouched beside his bed, pinching his cheek. “Well, you’re pretty handsome. A little too thin, though. You need to put on some weight.” Xiao Chengye, the Prince of Zhenbei and a god of death on the battlefield, had never had anyone pinch his face. He coldly spat out one word: “Leave.” Lin Zhiyi grinned. “Where should I go? Into your bed?” From then on, the Prince of Zhenbei’s manor was in constant chaos. The heroine’s daily routine: making the prince cough up blood in anger, silencing her scheming half-sister, spoiling the little tyke rotten, and driving the noblewomen of the capital collectively out of their minds. The prince’s daily routine: cleaning up her messes without changing his expression, then, still without changing his expression... turning red at the ears.