Princess Consort, Mind Your Manners

An inexplicable transmigration turns her into an illegitimate princess. She only wants to live like a lazy little bug, eating and drinking until she dies. But fate has other plans. Again and again, people scheme to marry her off. It doesn't work the first two times, but that's fine. If you make your move on the first day of the month, I'll make mine that afternoon. Imperial Consort? No. Crown Princess? Not interested. Princess Consort? Hmm, I might consider it. By day, she is the dignified, graceful, poised illegitimate princess of the Qingning Prince's manor. She would rather be a prince's wife than an empress. By night, she is Qingyan, the extraordinary, elegant star performer at the Xunhuan House, a courtesan who sells her art, not her body. “Who is he?” Rao Xue asked Ji Yuqian, glancing at the handsome man downstairs. “Oh, him? He's the heir to the Prince of Pingxi in Xijiang. I heard he just returned to the capital.” Ji Yuqian told her what she'd heard, then gave Rao Xue a curious look. “Xijiang...” Rao Xue murmured. An idea took shape in her mind, and a strange smile crept across her lips. That's the one. On their wedding night, her husband said, “I married you only because circumstances forced me to. Know your place.” She replied to her new husband, “I married you because circumstances forced me to as well. Please don't get any ideas, Prince.” “Once I stamp this, the divorce letter takes effect.” In other words, from then on they would both be free to marry as they pleased. Rao Xue held out a hand to stop him from stamping it and reminded him. He said nothing, only looked at her coldly. He had already passed judgment on her. What was she still hoping for? What could she possibly hope for? “I hope you won't regret this, Your Highness,” Rao Xue said, slowly moving her hand away. “Regret it? What I regret is bringing you back to Xijiang.” He scoffed. All Rao Xue could do was smile bitterly.