Your Highness, Behave—Or No Treatment
Song Yu’an was a veterinary student in Sydney—until she woke up face-down in a cricket jar.
In the middle of the Ming Dynasty.
With a very expensive cricket named “Great General” squished under her palm.
The cricket’s owner? Zhu Zhanji, the Imperial Grandson. Sixteen years old. Arrogant. Temperamental. And absolutely obsessed with his prized fighter cricket.
“You’re treating her,” he announces, pointing at his sick cricket.
“Fine,” Yu’an says. “But stop yelling. And stop shoving her in your sleeve. And get a bigger jar.”
“You don’t give orders to me.”
“Then find yourself another vet.”
She’s a straight-talking, no-nonsense veterinarian from the 21st century. He’s a royal heir who’s never been told “no” in his life.
They argue about crickets. They argue about cats. They argue about everything.
But somewhere between the honey-water feedings and the late-night arguments, the Imperial Grandson starts looking at her differently.
“You’re only treating my crickets from now on.”
“Says who?”
Says the man who’s about to lose his heart to the one person who won’t bow to him.
Table of contents
- 1Chapter 1: Headfirst into the Crown Prince's Cricket Jar2026-03-25 16:27
- 2Chapter 2: This Prince Is Not Fierce2026-03-25 16:34
- 3Chapter 3: A Veterinarian Arrives at the Eastern Palace2026-03-25 16:46
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