webnovel

My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

A genius talisman practitioner is reborn as a seven-year-old girl! However, her innocent appearance belies her vicious personality. In the remote countryside, the Crown Prince runs into her, beating up her enemy. She is indifferent, but it’s love at first sight for the Crown Prince! “Not good, Your Highness the Crown Prince, Her Highness the Crown Prince Consort used an immobilization talisman on His Majesty the Emperor, and His Majesty is currently eating dirt in the main hall.” “Isn’t that normal? Who told that dog emperor to provoke my wife? I say it’s a job well done! Pour a bucket of ice water on him to cool him down!” “Your Highness the Crown Prince, it’s really not good this time! The great Crown Prince Consort threw out three explosion talismans and destroyed Noble Consort Zheng and her house!” A certain crown prince laughed madly. “Job well done! She’s truly my wife; she’s as awesome as always!” “Crown Prince, Crown Prince, it’s seriously bad this time! A beautiful man appeared in the great Crown Prince Consort’s room!” You got cuckolded again! The crown prince harshly picked up the handsome man half laying on her bed. “Who are you?” A certain consort replied with a stoic face. “I drew a deity-inviting talisman and summoned a venerable immortal of love.” “Get lost as soon as you finish fighting!” “Oh, sorry, it's easier to invite the devil in than to send him away!” I’m not leaving! Embark on this adventure of a little stoic who just wants to grow stronger and protect her family but unwittingly ends up with a merry company of troublemakers. A riveting cocktail of cultivation, zombies, and sci-fic!

Zi Yunxi · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
3175 Chs

Rumors Spread

Editor: Henyee Translations

Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao raised no objections. In any circumstance, she would willingly accompany Hubby, wherever he chose to go.

"Even if it's a banquet, I wouldn't mind. If it comes down to it, I'd gladly don my red battle suit and join the fray!" she declared.

Mo Lian couldn't help but chuckle at her determination. "Qiaoqiao, what's going through your mind?"

Qiao Mu glanced up at him. "Oh, nothing."

Mo Lian leaned in, affectionately nuzzling her head. "That expression of yours gives away your desire to wear your red battle suit into battle!"

Qiao Mu found herself blushing slightly, feeling a touch embarrassed.

"This man seems to have an uncanny ability to read my thoughts," she mused inwardly.

Mo Lian held her delicate hand and reassured, "Don't worry, it's just a banquet we're attending. The main thing is that we've been back for a few days, so it's about time we reacquaint ourselves with everyone."