The Frail Prince Is Far Too Cunning

A transmigration takes an international agent feared by all and turns her into the notorious legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister’s household.

Ye Lanxin says: Putting on an act is a kind of cultivation!

He was devastatingly handsome and alluring, the sickly prince who was the world’s best at playing the pig to eat the tiger.

She was crude, domineering, violent, and spoiled: the evil daughter of the Prime Minister’s household, too lazy to lift a finger and unable to tell grain from grass.

How had a mere marriage contract gotten her tangled up with the most devious charmer in the world?

When a cold-hearted woman meets a schemer, the whole world is destined for unrest.

The Hero’s Story

From heartless and loveless to deeply, hopelessly in love;

From the wife he adored to the mother of his child;

From the White Impermanence and the venomous snake lurking by the snow lotus in everyone’s eyes to an ordinary man of flesh and blood.

The Heroine’s Story

Her spoiled, domineering, extravagant ways were just a facade.

Her true self was brilliant, stunning, and peerlessly clever.

But could there really be so many men with the insight to recognize her worth, all falling at her feet one after another?

Were they scheming, or were their feelings sincere?

It didn’t matter. Whatever she cared about, anyone who dared trample on it

would find her sword already drawn, swift and decisive, leaving a field of corpses behind!

But wait...

Wasn’t her husband supposed to be a sickly man with one foot in the grave?

So who was this man who looked down upon the world outside, then worked tirelessly in the fields at home night after night?

An Actual Excerpt

“You come to the drill grounds every day just because people said that looking at handsome men makes the baby in your belly beautiful?”

“Mm.”

“You call him handsome?” His icy voice was thick with jealousy as he glared at the rugged right vanguard.

“Mm.”

“He’s so dark you can barely make out his features!”

Ye Lanxin gave his snowy-white, handsome face a sidelong glance and said earnestly, “That’s called manly charm!”

The next evening, everyone from the soldiers to the generals was furious.

The general’s hoarse roar rang across the drill grounds: “My lord, I’m not afraid of getting a tan! Why are we drilling at night? I want to sleep, I want to sleep!”