The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

Upon arriving at the East Palace, looking at the magnificent and resplendent place, Feige couldn't help but click her tongue in admiration. There were mischievous servants everywhere, though they all walked with their heads down.

Feige thought this prince was too carefree.

"Wu Tang, go to the warehouse first."

"Yes, Master."

Upon entering the warehouse, it was filled with everything imaginable: gold, silver, jewelry, calligraphy, and paintings—hundreds of boxes, incredibly valuable.

"Master, this is a true tycoon!" Wu Tang rolled around on the gold and silver jewelry.

Finally, Feige accepted all of those things without any hesitation.

"Master, this Crown Prince's residence is indeed different from the others; it's incredibly wealthy."

"Yes, that's right. Otherwise, why would so many people want to be the crown prince?"

"Sigh, with high position comes great responsibility."

Feige led Wutang out of the storeroom. "Wutang, let's go find the Crown Prince."

"Yes, Master, this way."

Soon, Feige arrived at the Crown Prince's courtyard, which was bustling with activity, with men constantly cheering.

"Master, it's so lively inside!"

"Yes, it's all about singing and dancing, a life of debauchery and decadence."

Feige led Wutang to the door.

"Master, there's so much delicious food, and it's all so exquisite! But there's just too little!"

"Yes, it is quite unique."

Feige glanced over and saw a group of women next to the Dog Prince, some massaging his back and legs, which the Dog Prince was thoroughly enjoying.

Below him were some men, who also had women serving them, though not as many.

"Master, these women are so beautiful!"

"Um"

It looks like it'll be quite late inside.

"Wu Tang, since we're already here, let's take a good look around the Crown Prince's residence."

"No problem, Master."

There were thugs and servants on the road, but they all kept their heads down.

Feige led Wutang directly over, since they were all looking down and probably couldn't see anything.

Passing by a courtyard,

“Master, there are people having sex inside,” Wu Tang said.

"real or fake"

Feige pulled Wutang inside and they heard sounds inappropriate for children coming from the room.

"My lord, the crown prince has been cuckolded!"

"Um"

Feige pulled Wutang away.

"Master, are we just going to abandon this?"

"What's it to me? I was just passing by."

"Oh"

Feige and Wutang continued walking, and after two hours...

"Master, that's a pond."

"Master, there are fish inside!"

Wu Tang ran over to take a look.

Feige went over and took them all in.

"Wu Tang, put these fish into the fishpond."

"Understood, Master."

The two rested for a while and then continued walking.

After walking for a while, we arrived at the lobby we had just entered, and the people inside came out.

"Master, it looks like it's over."

"Um"

"My lord, the Crown Prince is drunk."

"Um"

The guards led the prince to the room, where Feige and Wutang appeared. Feige drew a giant turtle on the prince's face, shaved off all his hair, and was then satisfied.

"Wu Tang is gone."

Feige disappeared with Wutang.

The next day, the crown prince woke up to find hair scattered all over the floor and a turtle's face on his cheek. He was furious.

The guards all lowered their heads, unsure of what to say, because they themselves didn't know either.

The prince killed several guards, then angrily shut himself in and refused to come out.

When Lu Ziyan found out, he burst into laughter.

In the prison cell, Feigegenwu Tang was fast asleep, sleeping soundly.

They didn't fall asleep until midnight last night, and now they don't want to move at all; they're sleeping like mad.

When Lu Ziyan arrived at the prison cell and saw the two people sleeping soundly, he laughed in exasperation. His princess was truly unique; she could sleep so soundly even in prison.

Lu Ziyan turned and left.

When he got to the study, he was angry, unsure of what to say or where to begin.

after awhile,

"Guards, go to the prison and bring the Princess out!"

The guard entered the cell and saw the princess fast asleep. He stood there, waiting for Feige to wake up.

Finally, in the afternoon, Feige woke up and opened her eyes to see a large group of guards outside.

"Your Highness, the Prince requests your presence."

Feige glanced at him, "I'm not going."

"Go back and tell your prince that things are quite nice here."

The guard had no choice but to report to Lu Ziyan, who, upon hearing the report, laughed.

"Alright, since the Princess Consort likes it, whatever."

Soon, the guards outside the cell left, and Feige felt the air was much fresher.

"Master, what is that scoundrel trying to do?"

"I don't know, who cares if he dies?"

Feige left with Wutang.

Once on the street,

"Master, let's have rice noodles."

"Row"

They found a rice noodle shop, and the two of them sat down.

"Boss, two bowls of rice noodles, extra meat please."

The two of them ate rice noodles with lots of meat, feeling very satisfied.

"Master, the man has arrived."

Feige looked up and, sure enough, saw that scoundrel coming towards her. He walked up to her.

"Your Highness, isn't there anything for you to eat at the palace? Why are you eating outside?"

Feige ignored her and continued eating.

After finishing their meal, Feige paid the bill and pulled Wutang away, but that scoundrel blocked their way.

"Your Highness, where are you going?"

Feige rolled her eyes at him, "None of your business."

Then he pulled Wu Tang away. Watching Fei Ge's hurried figure, Lu Ziyan smiled. He now found his princess increasingly interesting. Although he didn't know how she got out of the prison, in any case, his princess was not to be underestimated.

Feige pulled Wutang around for a while, and they returned to the prison.

"Master, I'm sleepy, time for bed."

The prison was cool and comfortable, perfect for sleeping. Soon, Feige and Wutang fell asleep.

As darkness fell, Lu Ziyan arrived at the prison and saw the two people sleeping soundly. He smiled.

His little princess came and went freely in the palace, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Suddenly, Lu Ziyan thought of something else. He wondered if the Crown Prince's bald head and the turtle-like mark on his face were done by his princess.

Lu Ziyan stood there for a long time before finally leaving.

After a good night's sleep, she got up again.

"Master, where are we going?"

"Wu Tang, prepare two letters of divorce,"

"Yes, Master."

Feige took the letter of divorce to the Imperial Study, stamped it with the old emperor's jade seal, and then returned to the Prince's Mansion.

Feige placed the letter of divorce on the scoundrel's desk and then returned to the jail.

"Master, your energy level has been reached."

"Okay, let's go"

Feige also left a letter of divorce in prison.

When that scoundrel saw the divorce papers, he was completely stunned. He rushed to the jail, but the cell was empty except for the divorce papers.

The scoundrel stood there, holding the divorce papers, his entire body turning white.

Only then did he realize that he did like her...

From then on, the man went to the prison cell every day, hoping for the day Feige would appear.

But that day will never come, never ever...