The Crown Prince Can't Escape His Beloved Princess

The heroine is strong, and the hero is even stronger! One-on-one romance! Good grief, she spent her whole life working her butt off for her country and its people! She wasn't asking to live past a hundred and become a national treasure, but surely she could at least have lived to her seventies or eighties and died peacefully! Who could have guessed that a lousy bracelet would make her transmigrate to Aofeng Continent, where she becomes Luo Yu, the notorious wastrel crown prince of Donglin? From then on, her miserable life of being exploited begins! Donglin has a crown prince named Luo Yu. Everyone sighs at the mention of him. A wastrel, a troublemaker, a bully who picks on the weak... Hardly anyone has a good word to say about him! But when the old emperor of Donglin is poisoned, Crown Prince Luo Yu volunteers to sail across the sea in search of medicine for his father. At last, people look at him with a trace of relief. But the crown prince returns with the medicine and a huge ship full of handsome men! Long Yesu: “Luo Yu, don't even think about laying a finger on this prince!” Luo Yu: “I wasn't planning to lay a finger on you! Just stop bullying me all the time, and we'll be fine! You tyrannical dragon!” Long Ye Chu: “Brother Yu, I love playing with you!” Luo Yu: “Hehe, you should probably stop wanting to play with me. I'm worried I might lose my life if I let my guard down. Besides, you're too innocent. I can't bear to corrupt you.” Mu Piaoran: “I consulted the stars, and they say you and I are destined to be together. So, Crown Prince, you'd better obediently fall into my arms!” Luo Yu: “Get lost! I don't want you scheming me to death! I want to live a few more years and admire handsome men!” Lan Jue: “Little Yu, don't you like handsome men best? I'm the most handsome man in the world. So hurry up and fall into my arms!” Luo Yu: “Lan Jue, stop sending me those looks! I'm going to get a nosebleed! You're so beautiful it's an outrage to everyone, human and divine alike! But if I plucked a flower like you, the crowd would beat me to death. And even if they didn't, I'd die of a nosebleed! So I'd better keep my distance!” The handsome men keep on coming! What are you waiting for, dear readers? Jump right in!