Your Highness, Uncle Emperor, Let’s Get Married

“My lord, someone called the imperial consort a jinx.” “Cut out their tongue and feed it to the dogs,” the prince said, his tone as casual as ever. “My lord, someone accidentally bumped into the imperial consort.” “Cut off their hand and feed it to the wolves.” His voice was mild, but the prince's possessiveness was unmistakable. “My lord, someone says the imperial consort ran away.” “Ran away?” The prince narrowed his sharp eyes and sneered. “They'd better hope I don't catch them.” A modern special agent transmigrates into the body of a wolf girl. She thought she'd spend her days running with wolves, and she did, but these “wolves” weren't the kind she expected. Reader group: 546182384. Use any character name as the entry password. You're welcome to join!