My Husband Is Actually Qingshu

Qi Qingshu woke with a game window in his face and a death flag on his name. He had crossed into the body of the second prince, the one trained for the throne nobody planned to give him, and he remembered every bad choice that once made him the villain. So he stopped acting like one. He used tax records, flood maps, and palace rules to stay alive, even while the people he once hurt watched for the old cruelty to return. Then the missing first prince left a hole in the court, and that empty place began to pull every threat toward Qingshu. The card hidden in his coat still carried another man’s name, and the old contract in his bag had not finished speaking.