The Prince's Feisty Little Treasure

Transmigrating into the body of a scrawny little maid? Mu Qingqing put up with it. She was small and weak, so there wasn’t much she could do about it.

Being the ugliest girl in the manor and getting pushed forward as a candidate for the prince’s consort? Mu Qingqing put up with that too. Her life was still hanging by a thread, after all.

But the prince choosing a consort was a ruthless butcher who used women’s blood to nourish weapons and fed babies to warhorses, a man whose mere glance could get you killed?

The prince asked, “What did you just say?”

Mu Qingqing looked perfectly earnest. “There’s no man in all the world more wonderful than you. Those lackeys outside even spread rumors that you have some kind of affliction, and that every ant in your manor is male. I think you’re just too kind. You’re afraid the women will see your peerless beauty and feel so ashamed they’ll kill themselves, so you let those wretches outside slander you.”

The prince swung his sword. The blade went in white and came out red. His eyes, dark as night, fixed on her. “Is that so? I’m kind, am I?”

Mu Qingqing’s thin little body trembled as she forced out an obsequious smile. “Kind beyond compare~”