My Prince, Your Princess Consort Has Fled with the Money

Ugh... A battlefield doctor steps on a landmine and gets blown to bits. What kind of nonsense is that?

Ugh... The concubine-born daughter of the Minister's residence is thrown off a cliff. What kind of nonsense is that?

Ugh... And what kind of nonsense is that handsome man lying motionless on the ground?

Well... Fine, she can transmigrate, but why are all those scheming tea girls and fake innocent flowers circling around her, trying every trick to frame her? Do they still think she's the same spineless fourth young lady of the Minister's residence? And you, royal uncle or whatever you are, get your filthy hands off me!