Your Highness, Uncle Emperor, Let’s Get Married

“Master, someone called the princess consort a harbinger of bad luck.” “Cut out his tongue and feed it to the dogs,” the prince said casually.

“Master, someone accidentally bumped the princess consort with their hand.” “Cut off the hand and feed it to the wolves.” His tone was calm, but the prince’s possessiveness was unmistakable.

“Master, they say the princess consort ran away.”

“Ran away?” The prince narrowed his sharp eyes and sneered. “Let’s hope I don’t catch her.”

A modern-day agent transmigrates into the body of a wolf girl. She thinks she’ll spend her days running with wolves, and it turns out she’s right, though these “wolves” aren’t the kind she expected.