Yao Chengcheng transmigrated and found herself chosen as a consort candidate for the Prince’s manor.
While the other candidates were still feeling shy and joyful, she already knew their fate—the current Prince Regent was a broken man, crippled in both legs and suffering from violent, erratic outbursts.
Just because a few candidates showed a hint of fear upon seeing the Prince, they were dragged away and decapitated on the spot.
Yao Chengcheng shuddered. “I don’t want to be a candidate anymore! I’ll be a cook for His Highness!”
Everyone in the manor: “?”
As a culinary mogul, this was no challenge for her! Frying, stir-frying, braising, stewing—she just picked up her spatula and got to work.
What was so good about being the Prince’s woman? Wasn’t it much better to make a fortune and become a head shopkeeper? With her exceptional skills, Yao Chengcheng firmly established herself.
In her spare time, she even opened a small restaurant on the side.
She earned a fortune… and intended to slip away as soon as her service contract ended! But Yao Chengcheng didn’t know that a pair of eyes had been watching her from the shadows all along.
Fu Yuanzheng had long lost the will to live. His decaying life had become a pool of stagnant mud, a withered tree.
Until one day, a girl who thought she was clever barged into his world.
At first, Fu Yuanzheng treated her as a toy, keeping her around to see what kind of trouble she could stir up.
Later, the girl ran away, and Fu Yuanzheng went mad once again.
He searched high and low, turning the world upside down to find her.
“Running? Why don’t you come to hell with me—”
The next moment, a candy was stuffed into Fu Yuanzheng’s mouth.
“Going to hell is no fun. Besides, I’ve got a little one in my belly, and King Yama won’t take us.”
“…”
