After Hearing the Mad Crown Prince's Thoughts, I Became Invincible!

[Mind-Reading Girl x Split-Personality Crown Prince, Hilarious Sweet Romance and a Jealousy-Filled Love Triangle!]

Bai Qingjia has been the Crown Princess for six months. Every day, she's caught between the Empress Dowager pressuring her to have a child and the Crown Prince's cold shoulder, dying inside over and over. Then one day, she unexpectedly awakens the ability to read minds.

Why is my Crown Princess munching on sunflower seeds again? The pile of shells is even higher than the stack of memorials I've reviewed!

The sachet hanging from her waist is unbelievably ugly. But if I ask her for it... will she think I'm a pervert?

Bai Qingjia turns around in alarm. The Crown Prince before her is handsome and dignified, yet cold as ice. Right now, he's staring intently at the hideous sachet on her waist, its stitches crooked, while the tips of his ears turn a strange shade of red.

Even more terrifying, on the night the Fifth Prince leads his troops in a coup, the drama queen Crown Prince who had been clinging to her and sobbing, “I'm scared,” suddenly changes. He raises a bloodstained sword to her chin, his blood-red eyes brimming with savagery. “Tell me a story, or die by my sword.”

Help! Why does this tyrant have two faces?

From then on, Bai Qingjia has to deal with political schemes by day and is forced to tell the ruthless version of the Crown Prince Empresses in the Palace by night. She also has to switch gears at a moment's notice to coax the childish Crown Prince into trying new snacks, while sneaking an earful of explosive gossip from the court officials. Until one day, both of the Crown Prince's personalities blow up at once:

Why hasn't she come to comfort me yet?

Kill those scum who dare covet her.

Bai Qingjia: “...Could you two get on the same page about what you want?”

Everyone in court knows the tyrant slaughtered the rebel party and drenched the execution grounds in blood for the Crown Princess. But no one knows that deep in the night, the emperor presses his face into the crook of her neck and complains pitifully: “You said you loved my rabbit personality best!”