Can't I Keep Up Even as a Princess?

Song Yu worked himself to the bone as a programmer, stuck in a 996-to-007 grind. His diligence ultimately got him killed at his desk.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself at the scene of a prince's consort selection in the Great Liang Dynasty. There, the wheelchair-bound Prince Qing had magnificently bestowed him with a wish-fulfilling scepter.

It took him three days to figure out his situation. It was obvious: he had transmigrated. He remembered that the protagonists in transmigration novels all used their professional skills to reach the pinnacle of life, so he thought back to his own specialty. Ha, computer science. It would have been more useful to study postpartum care for sows.

Between reaching the pinnacle of life through his own hard work and self-reliance, or marrying the prince and winning at life by doing nothing, he happily chose the latter.

After all, a disabled prince had power and money. Why would he marry a noblewoman when he could marry a male consort like him? It had to be because he was impotent. Since marrying a man couldn't produce children anyway, it would also help cover things up.

But on their wedding night, why was Xiao Qingyan acting as though he intended to consummate the marriage? Song Yu understood a second later. Men cared about their pride. A prince could be impotent himself, but he couldn't let the marriage go unconsummated because of his own impotence. The reason had to be Song Yu's fault. A top-tier employee was always good at solving problems for the boss.

As Xiao Qingyan watched the prince consort who, just two days earlier, had worried about being left to a life of loneliness, but was now preparing to fast for three months and pray for his well-being, he raised an eyebrow.

"You can start your fast after tonight, too."

"I can't. Fasting and praying only work if you're sincere."

The next day, Xiao Qingyan said nothing when he saw his prince consort sneaking a chicken leg.

After seeing that the prince's residence was even larger than Prince Gong's mansion, learning that his annual stipend was a thousand taels, and discovering that he could charge his purchases directly to the household, Song Yu's gratitude toward Xiao Qingyan flowed like a mighty river. He resolved to be the best prince consort and help Prince Qing cover up the fact that he was impotent.

Xiao Qingyan remained noncommittal as his prince consort declared, time and again, that his heart belonged only to him.

But the prince consort dared to tactfully refuse His Majesty's suggestion that he choose a secondary consort, and even risked being called jealous rather than let a concubine enter the household.

Did he really love him that much?

Meeting Prince Qing's softened gaze, Song Yu secretly thought that at least his long-term meal ticket was safe.

Just as he thought he would spend the rest of his days living in luxury with this sickly, impotent prince, he suddenly noticed that several of the princes had been getting into trouble one after another. And his impotent, ailing husband seemed to have recovered his virility, too.

"It's all thanks to my prince consort's bathing and fasting. Why don't we make up for the wedding night tonight?"

Song Yu... He had no idea eating chicken legs had that kind of effect...

Theme: The choice matters more than the effort.