The Bastard First Prince Doesn't Want to Die - Chapter 183

She is the Crown Prince’s fiancee, but on the night of their wedding, an edict was made and she was given off to marry the crippled and paralyzed God of War.

On their wedding night, the paralyzed groom pressed her under his body: “Do you want this prince to kill you or poison you?” Lin Chujiu is a famous surgeon so she wouldn’t feel threatened that easily. She turned and pressed the crippled man under her body: “Say, do you want me to completely waste your legs or waste your third leg?”

She is a genius surgeon doctor in Modern Era that was transmigrated into the body of the Eldest Miss of Lin Family.

He is a famous prince that named as the God of War and was feared by many.

“I, Lin Chujiu, am not a good woman. I do not know how to write melodramatic words.”

“I am in love with you and willing to do anything for you. I will bear the blame of our country or even help you seize the vast territory of our motherland…”

“I hate you, I am willing to pull out your heart, take out your bones and after you lose your life I will destroy this picturesque country…”

- Description from Novelupdates

She is a top-class spy, a poison specialist, but also a young and cute girl with a sinister temperament. In spite of her sweet and innocent appearance, she can complete any tasks without the slightest hesitation. One day because of an incomplete black magic, she was sent into the body of a girl who was deemed as a good-for-nothing. What kind of change will she bring to this continent?

It’s my 100th life!! This life’s genre is fantasy.By the way, am I a prince?My mother was a maid, and my father is a king. However, I’m just a prince who is born with blood from a lowly class.It’s actually good! Yeah! It’s pretty good to me!There are no followers and no right of succession. I mean, people don’t really care about my existence.‘This is a place where you can live easily, right?’

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.