After Transmigrating, I Was Exiled to the Frontier with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince

Song Jiaren transmigrated into a book. No sooner had she been carried into the Crown Prince's Residence in a small sedan chair than she was exiled to the frontier with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

As late winter approached, the cold wind howled. Song Jiaren, despite being more bundled up than him, was still shivering and huddled into a ball. She couldn't help but look up and ask, "You still say you don't have internal energy? Otherwise, how can you not look cold at all?"

Gu Zhen chuckled softly, bent down, lowered his gaze, and leaned close to her neck. His eyes traced from her eyes, to her nose, then rested on her moist, rosy lips.

"That's because I... have a lot of 'firepower'."