The Cold King's Beloved: The Fierce Legitimate Daughter

The illustrious Regent Princess of Zhaofeng Kingdom seemed to have been given counterfeit Meng Po soup when crossing the Bridge of Forgetfulness. She was reborn with her memories from her previous life intact, in the household of an official from the unfamiliar Mo Kingdom, as its legitimate daughter. Perhaps the killing aura she carried in her previous life affected her mother in this one. After giving birth to her, her mother never fully recovered, and when the princess was two, she finally succumbed and passed away. Tired of endless struggles, the princess had planned to sip tea, enjoy a little wine, and live out this life carefree. She never expected that troublemakers would keep testing her authority. First, a reborn legitimate elder sister blocks her way. Then a transmigrated legitimate younger sister tries to rob her. And on top of that, a pretentious stepmother keeps setting traps and tripping her up. Do they really think their Regent Princess is just a soft, pale bun they can squeeze however they please? If you refuse to enjoy a peaceful life, then don’t blame her for making yours “colorful” too. She’ll make sure you never regret being born into this world. Just as the princess is enjoying her wonderful life of teasing her elder sister, playing tricks on her younger sister, and dealing with her stepmother, an unexpected visitor “falls from the sky.” And he really does fall from the sky, crashing into her courtyard in a bloody heap. From then on, in addition to her usual daily life, the princess must also fend off a cold prince who shamelessly clings to her. Their first colorful encounter: “Go back where you came from, and wipe away every trace you leave behind. If I wake up and find this courtyard isn’t exactly as it was, tomorrow morning I’ll have everyone in Jindu gather at the city gate to admire what you looked like when you were born.” The princess half closed her eyes and spoke with distaste as she looked at the blood-soaked man. Then she wrinkled her nose and went right back to sleep. The man stared at the person sleeping soundly on the bed. The scent of blood on him grew stronger, and then, to his own disgrace, he fainted. He blamed it on having lost too much blood earlier, absolutely refusing to admit that anger had sent his blood rushing and overwhelmed him. Their second colorful encounter: “Make a sound and I’ll slash your face, so you’ll have to wear a mask for the rest of your life.” The princess shifted the dagger in her hand slightly, while her other hand held tight to someone else who had already passed out. The man looked at his still-bleeding arm. As the person in front of him drew closer, his heart began to race uncontrollably, and the blood from his arm flowed even more freely. His vision blurred. The next moment, his head rested against the princess’s shoulder, and he had passed out.