Transmigrating to Spring's Warmth and Blossoming Flowers

There’s transmigration, a prince, and farming, but no pocket dimension, no special powers, and no guts! Under pressure from my formidable mother-in-law and the princess, it’s still safer to run away from home with my Tibetan mastiff and take up farming! And what about this little bundle? Hehe, who cares? I’ll be both his father and mother. Before I transmigrated, women like that were always my idols! Caught? Hehe, I’ve got a hostage! No happily-ever-after with one person for life for me! Goodbye, Your Highness the Prince!