The Overbearing Special Agent Princess

Chu Kuang is a world-class special agent, a killer at three and a top agent at the M Bureau by thirteen: cold, proud, and arrogant.

After being tricked by the old man who was researching a time machine, she transmigrates into a deadly battle. Without so much as a frown, she kills everyone who dares attack her. If you leave me alone, I’ll leave you alone. If you cross me, I’ll make sure you regret it.

With enemy limbs scattered at her feet, she casually wipes the blood from her face. A mocking voice comes from beside her: “You even kill so crudely. You’re a complete tomboy.”

“And you make killing look so showy. You’re a complete sissy.”

He is dazzling as a bright moon and pearl, devilishly handsome and cunning. He never expected that the man who had captivated all of Zhongzhou would mean nothing more than a passing cloud to this woman.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. She had planned to wander the continent, but after meeting an abandoned member of the imperial family, she became his nanny and teacher. From then on, she embarked on the “road of no return” to vie for the realm.

He is Helian Rongqi, heir to the Helian Prince’s Mansion of Zhongzhou. His face is as radiant as the moon and pearls, and he is as crafty as a fox, with everything under his control. Everything, except her: Chu Kuang.

He once coveted the throne, but in the end, for a certain woman, he willingly devoted himself to protecting the young emperor, Xuanyuan Jin, her son and disciple.

War fires rise, the realm falls into chaos, beauty blooms, emperors scheme: the Mad Consort conquers the world.

[Strong hero and heroine, scheming minds clash. A story of one person pinning the other down, of two powerful allies joining forces to fight for the realm. You absolutely have to read this!]

Fun scenes:

[You look like a woman]

They meet again, just like the first time.

He is surrounded by killers and experts, and her first reaction when she sees him is to turn around and leave.

This man is trouble personified, and she hates trouble.

Yet in the end, she gets caught up in the fight.

As she tends to his wounds, he speaks lazily. “Well, it’s been a while. Your skin is fairer, your hair is longer. You look more like a woman now.” His deep eyes hold a hint of something inexplicable.

“Have I ever told you that a man with skin as fair as snow looks especially like a woman?” Chu Kuang glances at the corpses on the ground, frowns, and leaves.

[Marry me]

“Chu Chu, when I grow up, will you be my empress?” A certain little dumpling tugs on Chu Kuang’s sleeve, looking adorable.

“Why don’t you focus on securing your throne first?”

“If I do, will you marry me?”

“Chu-Yu-Jin.” The woman grits her teeth, staring at the child she raised herself, sparks blazing in her eyes.

“I like you. I’m going to issue an imperial decree ordering you to marry me.” The little dumpling speaks timidly under her icy glare.

A breeze passes, and a devilishly handsome man appears, raising an eyebrow. “The heir and Chu Chu have already consummated their relationship, Your Majesty. You should stop dreaming.”

Chu Kuang’s mouth twitches. She looks at the pair, one big and one small, squaring off like fighting cocks, then decisively turns away.

[A cute baby arrives]

“Mother, Father says he’s sending Yu’er to Jiuhua Pool so I can’t stay with you.” The exquisite porcelain doll puts his hands on his hips, looking defiant.

Chu Kuang beckons to the porcelain doll, who runs into her arms and tips his head up at a forty-five-degree angle, like an angel. Tears glimmer in his deep, ink-dark eyes as he chokes out, “Mother, why is Father so mean? Why does he want to drive Yu’er away?”

Chu Kuang agrees wholeheartedly with the first half of her son’s complaint and nods. “Because he hasn’t had enough to eat, so he’s being mean.”

“Then why hasn’t he eaten enough?” The little one blinks, eager for his mother to explain.

“Because your mother won’t let your father eat his fill.” A certain fox sweeps into the scene like the wind, gives Chu Kuang’s curvaceous figure a suggestive look, and answers his son’s question himself.

The little boy turns around. Seeing his father’s face, even more handsome than his own, he seethes with jealousy. His delicate face darkens as he launches a spinning kick. “Father, you’re a bad man! Yu’er challenges you to a duel!”

The devilishly handsome man dodges, then looks at his son with disdain. “Short legs.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, an unidentified object flies out the window. “Father, you’re a jerk!” The object lands safely and stares resentfully at the window. A wave of sighs comes from the shadows: “The young heir’s lightness skill is getting better and better.”