The Unruly, Charming Princess Consort

◆◆◆ She is Yi Xinran, the Ninth Princess of the Southern Kingdom, blessed with peerless beauty and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Her breathtaking phoenix dance enchants the world, earning her the title of the Southern Kingdom's foremost talented woman. ◆◆◆ She is Yi Xinran, the Ninth Young Lady of the Yi family conglomerate. She is not particularly bright, nor especially athletic. Her one claim to fame is her peerlessly beautiful face, and she is known as the family's biggest headache. ☆, At her engagement ceremony, her fiancé's pregnant lover barges in, grabs a champagne flute, and smashes it over her head with all her might. And then... ☆, When she wakes again, she is dressed in a phoenix crown and wedding robes, on her way to the Night Kingdom to marry as part of a political alliance... ☆, How did the family's biggest headache transmigrate into the Southern Kingdom's most talented woman? What on earth is going on? The young woman is quick to adapt. When in Rome, do as the Romans do, so she cheerfully accepts her identity as the Southern Kingdom's princess, even if it is... well... quite complicated. ★★★ The Prince Is a Schemer ★★★ “Why is it porridge again?” The man's voice is deep and husky, full of masculine charm, yet warm as jade. The young woman drooped her head and stared at her toes, speaking so softly she was barely audible. “It's the only thing I know how to make.” “Mm.” “Actually... I can do lots of other things, too.” She lifted her head. Her clear black-and-white eyes met his deep, dark gaze, and her heart gave an unfamiliar thump. “I thought my wife only knew how to cause trouble.” “Uh...” He called her his wife. What did that mean? “Am I wrong?” “It's your own fault for ending up with a troublesome woman like me. You'll never get rid of me in this lifetime.” “Who besides this prince could put up with a troublemaker like you?” He had wanted to get rid of her, but now he was suddenly realizing that he really couldn't. She kept stirring up trouble, and he kept cleaning up after her. She had the time of her life, and he was more than happy to indulge her. This world really was... crazy. ★★★ The Princess Consort Is a Force to Be Reckoned With ★★★ Clad in black, her dark hair flying in the wind, her icy, piercing gaze hardly seemed to suit Yi Xinran, the supposedly useless princess consort. At the only escape route from a bandit stronghold that was easy to defend and hard to attack, the haughty and wicked Princess Consort of the War King finally bared her claws. Her hands were slender and white as jade, yet she held a cold, longbow with an innate air of authority. In the sunlight, the silver arrowhead gleamed with a chill. She nocked an arrow, drew the bow, and let it fly. Every shot hit its mark... That proud woman on horseback wasn't just good at causing trouble. She wasn't helpless at all. At the very least, no one could match her archery. Even the men fell short of her. ★★★ The Babies Are Adorable ★★★ Two little ones, as exquisitely carved as dolls, sat astride a black pony and a white one. A little girl's clear voice rang out like a songbird echoing through a mountain valley, sweet and lilting. “Brother, look at my face. Do I have any wrinkles?” The boy smiled at her. His features were strikingly like their father's. Though still childish, it was easy to tell he would grow up to be another heartthrob. “You're so little. How could you have wrinkles?” She was very young, but her tone was solemn. “It's because I've been worrying about Mommy so much. Auntie says women get wrinkles and grow old if they worry too much. I'm really scared I'll get old.” “Mo'er, who in our family worries the most?” “Daddy.” “Have you ever seen wrinkles on Daddy?” “No.” Five-year-old Ye Mo'er turned to look behind her. Her troublemaking mommy was reclining comfortably in their father's arms. She was so jealous. Her gaze moved up to her handsome daddy's face. As always, he was breathtakingly handsome, without a trace of age. At last, her worries were put to rest. “Mommy has Daddy to worry about her. You don't need to fret over it.” “I want Daddy's arms, too.” The little boy rubbed his nose and rolled his eyes adorably. Actually, he wanted Mommy's arms, too, but their wicked daddy wouldn't let him. Sigh... ★★★ One Last Note: This is a devoted one-on-one romance, with a strong hero and a strong heroine.