Lin Jiao transmigrated after nothing more than a nap. The unloved daughter of the Prime Minister's household and an uncherished princess consort, she didn't care about any of it. She'd just take things as they came.
Everyone in the capital knew that Lin Jiao Jiao was doomed now that she'd married Prince Jin, and the noble young ladies of the capital were all scrambling to get close to him.
Jing Yu always thought he could never fall for Lin Jiao Jiao, until he saw her pale, bare back as she bathed. He fled in a panic, but from then on, their passionate entanglements haunted his dreams every night.
Lin Jiao Jiao looked at the man whose eyes had turned red and stammered, "Your Highness, calm down. Let's talk this through."
Jing Yu toyed with her loose hair. "I'll give you a chance to gain status through your child. Come here."
Lin Jiao Jiao thought to herself: What the hell is wrong with his brain?
Reader's Guide: Both leads are virgins. Logic is dead. This is an alternate history, so don't overthink it. Just enjoy the story.
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