The Sickly Prince Is So Arrogant

Her prince has three fine qualities: he's handsome, frail, and easy to pounce on.

Sighing as she watched him down medicine like water, she just couldn't bring herself to make a move.

She took pity on him and spoiled him a little, never expecting that it would bind them together for a lifetime.

She was a lonely soul who had transmigrated from the modern world. An orphan in her previous life, an orphan again in this one. But her prince, the man with eyes like peach blossoms, promised to give her a home.

So her lifelong goal became making sure her prince could eat meat whenever he wanted.

She set up a food stall and opened a restaurant, then made medicine and opened a clinic. For her prince's medical bills, she even dared to challenge the imperial merchants!

Three thousand shops, a hundred miles of prosperity. She built him a life of dazzling splendor.

A wedding procession stretching ten miles, and a love that would last a lifetime. He gave her a lifetime of exclusive devotion.

Of course, she would never admit that she tried to pounce on her sickly flower of a prince and got pounced on instead!

A sweet, indulgent, lively, and satisfying story, with a farming focus, a slight golden finger, and a strong couple. The sickly flower of a prince isn't as fragile as you think. I've been posting daily on a whim lately, no explanations needed. You know what to do: add it to your library.