Reborn as a Delicate Concubine, Spoiled by a Cold and Powerful Official

[Lazybones Apocalypse Veteran × Beautiful, Tragic Young Official]

Yu Qingge, a workaholic veteran of ten years in the apocalypse, is reborn as the pampered mistress of a powerful nobleman.

A monthly salary of ten taels, a vanished employer, and a little courtyard all to herself. How is this transmigration? It’s a paid-retirement package for a happy-go-lucky slacker!

Save money, farm, raise fish, and bask in the moonlight...

Until one day, a blood-soaked man crashes into her courtyard. Yu Qingge takes one look at the beauty’s battered face and decides that looks are justice. She’ll save him!

Isn’t it perfectly reasonable for a lonely mistress to take someone in?

By day, she hums while washing his clothes and changing his bandages, and takes out a few waves of assassins along the way.

At night, she curls up beside him to read romance stories, her little hand itching to feel his eight-pack abs. But who knew this cool, aloof beauty would be so hard to win over that he wouldn’t even let her touch him?

Yu Qingge angrily flings down her apron. “I’m done serving you. Get out!”

The man, who has been holding back all this time, darkens his gaze and pins her back onto the bed. “Get a good look. This land deed, and even you, belong to me.”

She’s been flirting with handsome scholars behind his back and sneaking peeks at dashing escort guards... Her?!

Oh no! The beautiful, tragic man she picked up is none other than her nominal husband, whom she’s never met: Pei Jiuji, the illegitimate son of Prince An!

Time to make a run for it. Why should a lazy mistress be a 24-hour bodyguard and maid with no “perks”? Even dogs don’t work this hard!

But just as she slings her bundle over her shoulder, a bloodstained hand hooks her back into his arms. The cool man’s voice turns husky. “Qingge, I’m hurting.”

Yu Qingge: “You think acting pitiful makes you right!”

Later, the once-illegitimate son strides through rivers of blood with a sword in hand, holding the whole court in his grasp.

Everyone scoffs. “She’s just a mistress. He’ll dump her once he gets bored.”

But before the assembled officials and imperial clan, he bends down to tie her embroidered shoe, loosened from running, and smiles tenderly. “Where are you trying to skip work to today, Madam? I’ll come with you.”

Yu Qingge gazes up at the sky. “I saved a beauty, so why am I stuck with lifetime customer service?”