Your Highness, Beware the Treacherous Consort

Nightshade transmigrated into another world, only to arrive in an age of chaos, where human life was worth no more than grass.

With no other choice, she decided to profit from the war, but then she ran into a walking disaster.

She was sly, and he was ruthless.

She was cruel, and he was vicious.

He kept ruining her plans until she had nowhere left to run and was forced to flee back to her hometown to hide.

When even her family saw her as a thorn in their side, she had to keep up her usual cunning and ruthless ways. Otherwise, what would be the point?

Anyone who tried to scheme against her would die without a trace.

She flirted with wicked young masters and toyed with bullies.

When she got bored, she would deliberately let someone frame her, take the blame, suffer a beating, and get exiled somewhere she could live in peace.

At the critical moment, a powerful and influential figure appeared and insisted on becoming her adoptive father.

From a lone girl in a nunnery, she rose to become the legitimate daughter of a prince's household and a princess of the realm.

Others envied her meteoric rise, but she narrowed her eyes and said, “Heaven is blind, forcing me into a den of wolves!”

As the saying goes, those who keep company with vermilion are stained red, and those who keep company with ink are stained black.

When she met him again...

Would they be friends forever, bound by deep affection and made for each other?

Or would they be enemies thrown together by fate, locked in a struggle to the death...

As Buddha said, it cannot be spoken.

All we know is:

Prince: “Father named you Hongyan.”

Nightshade: “Hongyan, as in a beauty who brings disaster, or a beauty doomed to a tragic fate?”

Prince: “What's the difference?”

Nightshade: “If it's a beauty who brings disaster, why should I bear the blame you pin on me? If it's a beauty doomed to a tragic fate, why should I accept the destiny Heaven has arranged? My fate is mine to decide, not Heaven's.”

Prince: “Then let's choose something more pleasant. Fengqing, as in captivating charm, or Fengyue, as in romance, or Fenghua, as in peerless splendor...”

Nightshade: “Damn it, can't you give me a name that sounds like a proper lady's?”

The prince said earnestly, “Your destiny is too noble. Father worries that an ordinary name wouldn't be worthy of it.”

Nightshade: “...”

Young Lord: “There's nothing wrong with me, except that my tongue is a little poisonous.”

Nightshade: “You're more than a little poisonous. You're deadly as a drop of blood-stopping poison, dear!”

Young Lord: “...”

A man: “What's the highest ideal for a woman?”

Nightshade: “To use a heart without feeling to win a man's lifelong devotion.”

The man dropped to one knee and said shamelessly but tenderly, “Nightshade, you've already succeeded.”

Nightshade: “Nightshade belongs only to the dark.”