The Cold King's Pursuit: His Physician Consort Is Hard to Win

They say that three years ago, the Prime Minister's eldest daughter drugged Prince Qin, spent one night with him, and became pregnant.

They say Prince Qin married her, then abandoned her in the back courtyard to fend for herself.

They say the eldest daughter is timid and useless, and that she and her child will soon be dead...

Qin Su misses her gleaming, sterile scalpels, the ones that cut straight through flesh. In her previous life, she was a renowned genius surgeon. After transmigrating, she can't very well remain a good-for-nothing young lady, no matter how dire her situation.

Before her is her handsome husband, cold and heartless, who hates her to the bone.

Behind her are her calculating relatives, all bent on killing her.

“Mother, and Little Treasure too.” The little boy tugged at the woman's skirt, his big eyes darting around.

Oh, and there's also this sweet, cuddly son.

[Scene One]

One day, at a palace banquet,

Qin Su sat there, gazing longingly at a plate of braised shark fin on the table. She wanted some, but couldn't reach it.

Seeing this, Feng Lingtian, seated beside her, picked up a piece and placed it in the little bowl in front of her, all under the watchful eyes of everyone present.

Everyone at the table stared wide-eyed. Qin Su alone acted as if she hadn't noticed, without moving a muscle.

“Are you turning down my kindness?” Feng Lingtian's face turned cold, his dark eyes cutting into her like blades.

Qin Su frowned but said nothing. Suddenly, he gripped her chin, and Feng Lingtian's handsome face was right in front of hers.

“I put food in your bowl, and you should feel honored. Who are you trying to fool with this coy act?”

Qin Su thought for a moment, then looked up and said with utmost seriousness, “When you feed someone with your chopsticks, your saliva can be transferred to the food.”

His face darkened, but Qin Su swallowed and continued, “And the hand you're using to hold my chin can easily pick up bacteria...”

Before Qin Su could finish, a firm, warm sensation pressed against her lips. Eyes wide, she stared in disbelief at the man holding the back of her head as he kissed her.

“If you don't like it indirect, then let's do it directly.”

[Scene Two]

“Mother, Little Treasure finally found you! Boo-hoo, don't you want Little Treasure anymore?” In the bustling crowd, a tiny figure suddenly grabbed a woman's plain skirt and began to cry. Between sobs, he counted on his fingers. “Mother, Little Treasure has always listened to you. I've been studying hard and practicing my martial arts, and Father has always listened to you too. Won't you come back to Father and Little Treasure?”

Looking at the little bundle curled up by her feet, the woman finally bent down and held him. Behind her stood a figure in bright yellow.

“Su Su, I've always listened to you. I never let Little Treasure suffer, never let another woman near me, and never took a wife or concubine. Won't you come back to me?”