The Husband I Picked Up Wants to Usurp the Throne

Jiang Wangshu transmigrated. From the start, her parents were dead, her fiancé had broken off their engagement, and her family was penniless.

She glanced at her three younger siblings, huddled by the bed and secretly crying, then waved a hand. Fine, let him break it off. She was only sixteen, still a child herself.

And as for having no money, that was even less of a concern. Her family's parcel pickup station had transmigrated with her.

They had rice, flour, oil, condiments, medicine, and all kinds of daily necessities.

There were plenty of spicy snack strips, potato chips, fizzy drinks, and all sorts of other treats, too.

They had all the essentials: corn seeds, rapeseed, and vegetable seeds.

Just as Jiang Wangshu and her siblings were getting plump, she found a blood-soaked man on the mountain.

Picking up a stranger was risky, but that face was far too handsome. Jiang Wangshu decided it was worth the risk for his looks.

Fortunately, after recovering, the man behaved himself. Even though she suspected his identity was no ordinary one, Jiang Wangshu didn't mind. It was only a brief fling, after all.

Until she discovered that his grand scheme was to usurp the throne!!! That was a crime punishable by beheading! Jiang Wangshu decided to run away with her siblings.

That night, Jiang Wangshu was carrying a bundle and leading her siblings away when someone blocked their path. Standing beneath the moonlight, he smiled like an immortal, his voice gentle. "Wife, where are you going?"

Jiang Wangshu: Handsome men are trouble. The ancients were right!

Regarding whether the story involves stealing parcels, the two characters have switched places, and the parcel issue will be explained from the perspective of the ancient Wangshu.

[Coming Soon: My Villainous Husband Is Acting Strange. Please add it to your collection.]

One day, Song Ningzhao transmigrated and became the legitimate daughter of an aristocratic family. The only future for a noblewoman was to leave her maiden home for another household, where she'd fight with a bunch of women for a man's favor.

To avoid that fate, Song Ningzhao pretended from childhood to be sickly. Just as her family was about to agree to let her recuperate at another residence, an imperial edict ordered her to marry Prince Qin.

Even worse than getting married was the fact that she seemed to have transmigrated into a book. Her future husband was the hidden villain of the story. He had bided his time for years, then murdered his brother and mother just before his elder brother was to ascend the throne. And she, a sickly princess consort, would naturally meet a terrible end too.

Song Ningzhao tightened her cloak. Defying an imperial edict would cost her head, so only one path remained: faking her death.

After getting married, Song Ningzhao searched for a chance to fake her death every day. But something was strange about her villainous husband!

He would have the cook make a huge amount of food in the middle of the night, and despite looking like a refined gentleman, he'd wail like a gloomy ghost:

"I'm already a prince, so why do I still have to go to work?!"

Song Ningzhao: !!! I think I found someone from my own world!

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As the youngest son of the Lu family, Lu Huai'an had older siblings who brought honor to the family. All he had to do was be a law-abiding rich kid. He never imagined that the hardships he'd avoided in modern times would all catch up with him here.

Every day, he had to get up before dawn to attend court and clock in. After returning to his residence, he had to discuss how to seize power with his advisers. Oh, and he also had to placate the sickly princess consort he'd specifically requested to consolidate his influence!

Seriously, was he out of his mind? Why go through all this when he could be living a life of leisure and luxury?

Lu Huai'an planned to slowly withdraw from the succession struggle. As for the princess consort he'd asked for, they could each mind their own business.

Until one day, he passed through the rear garden of the prince's residence. Hearing her play the qin, he unconsciously sang along: "You're my little apple, how..."

The air instantly froze. They looked at each other.

"Wife?" Lu Huai'an moved his lips.

"Huh?" Song Ningzhao raised her eyes.

Wait! Does transmigrating come with a buy-one-get-one deal?

Theme: No matter where you are, strive to build a good life.