The Sickly Crown Prince Beckons, and Somehow I’m the One Getting Played

[Transmigrating into a book + slightly deranged heroine: a princess striving to build her career and survive VS a captive, corrupted prince from an enemy kingdom]

Feng Xiangwan is the seventh princess, and the favorite of the current empress of Great Zhao.

She’s promiscuous and notorious. Everyone hopes she’ll die.

Before she transmigrated into this world, Feng Xiangwan hoped she would die, too.

But after arriving, she finds herself surrounded by handsome men in her own courtyard, all eager to take her life.

The first-rank chancellor eyes her like prey, the greatest physician under heaven secretly slips her poison, and a first-rank general is seething with murderous intent.

Even the sweet, innocent boy she loves most secretly sharpens his knife at night, waiting for her to fall asleep so he can slit her throat...

But none of this scares Feng Xiangwan.

She’s only afraid of the man she tortured until he was covered in wounds, battered and bloody, gritting his teeth in silence.

Because she knows that in the future, he’ll return to devour her alive, dismember her, and whip her corpse again and again...

“Wanwan, when the sky has no edge and the mountains lie flat, only then will I ever part from you!”

Feng Xiangwan looks at the handsome man clinging to her, alternately gentle and volatile, making this passionate vow.

Feng Xiangwan: “...” Something about this doesn’t seem quite right...