Heaven's Chosen Woman: The Strange Princess Who Tamed the Cold King

A legendary score binds the grudges and affections of several lifetimes. In this world of shifting clouds and mist, who will rule the tides of fate?

After I transmigrated, I never expected to become anyone important. All I wanted was to live an ordinary, happy life. But why did fate have to thwart me? The moment I transmigrated, I became some inexplicable assassin, plunged into a life of danger and hardship. And, as if that weren’t bad enough, I managed to get involved with the most terrifying man of all: the Cold King.

He is the Cold King, renowned by all, and the future ruler of the realm. Rumor has it that any woman who becomes emotionally involved with him is doomed to die. His coldness rivals the snowflakes of winter, striking fear into everyone.

If I want to live a few more years, I have to keep my distance from him. But Heaven seems determined to make things difficult for me.

Aren’t assassins supposed to be dragged off and executed? So why was I dragged onto his bed, and how did I end up with the title of Princess Consort, famous throughout the land?

Aren’t princess consorts supposed to be noble and powerful? So why am I treated like an ant, forced to depend on others and suffer every kind of abuse?

Isn’t a husband supposed to be his wife’s strongest support? So why can’t I get even the slightest protection from him, and why am I left covered in wounds?

They say you can rely on a man when pigs fly. I won’t rely on anyone; I’ll rely on myself. If he’s the Cold King, then I’ll be the Fiery Consort. I’ll burn him to ashes! There’s no way a modern woman like me can’t handle some antique man.

But then, in the blink of an eye, he dotes on me endlessly and is willing to give me everything.

Which one of them is the real him?

Only at the end do I learn that half the blood in my veins is...