What Are The Best Consort Novels With Palace Intrigue?

Catherine has spent her life serving the royal family of Eldoria and hiding her feelings for Prince George, friend and the heir to the throne. But when a reckless night ends with him stumbling into her arms, everything changes. Prince George doesn’t remember what happened, but Catherine does. But when the reality of what happened that night begins to grow inside her, she runs, not for herself, but to save him from the scandal that could destroy the crown. But secrets have a way of resurfacing, especially in a kingdom full of spies, enemies in silk gowns, and a rival princess whose family is plotting to take the throne. When a huge scandal and the truth threatens the monarchy, Prince George must decide: His duty to the crown or the woman who carries his heart, and his heir.

The Emperor hasn't touched a single concubine in three years. Every night, the selection tablets arrive. Every night, he sends them back. The palace whispers that Su Qingyuan is just a low-ranking plaything, bound to be replaced. They don't know she's the only woman he's ever wanted. Try to touch her? He'll burn the entire palace down. No law. No court official. No ancient tradition can change where his heart belongs. And for her—the Emperor is willing to rewrite the rules of an empire. Because she was never just another consort. She was the only girl he had ever loved—long before he wore the crown. #Romance #Royalty #Billionaire #PossessiveMaleLead #SweetLove #FaceSlapping #Harem #AncientChina #1v1

"The Prince I Love to Hate is an absolute must read! This romcom will have you rooting for Niamh and Olivier right from their hilarious first meeting. - Harlequin Junkie Blog top pick This prince? He’s anything but charming. I’ve never been the girl who’s dreamt of a prince rescuing me from a fire-breathing dragon before whisking me away to his castle. So when I fly all the way to Ireland to find my long-lost dad, I have no intention of playing the damsel in distress to some dude. But the night I encounter—and accidentally wallop upside the head—Prince Olivier of Salasia, my plans are completely upended. This prince is the opposite of charming, though. After thirty seconds in his presence, I want to feed him to a dragon. But fate is a fickle b*tch. Before I know it, I agree to team up with Olivier in the search for my dad. As I travel across Europe with this actual honest-to-god prince, I wonder, what’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like I’ll be stupid enough to fall in love with Prince Charming."

"Your Highness, the Crown Princess has caused trouble again." Lucien didn't look up from the document in his hands. "How unfortunate." The attendant hesitated. "She confiscated House Drayke's grain." Lucien's pen stopped. "Why?" "They refused to open their warehouses during the capital's shortage, selling only to nobles.” "And?" "The Crown Princess broke the locks." Lucien finally looked up. "She did what?" "She broke the locks, counted every sack, and ordered the grain distributed to the lower districts." A silence followed. Then Lucien calmly returned to his document. "Good." The attendant blinked. "Your Highness?" "Anything else?" "House Drayke is furious. Their patriarch has demanded that Her Highness be punished for humiliating a Great House." Lucien's expression didn't change. "Then punish him first." The attendant stared. "...For what offense?" Lucien finally raised his eyes. "For making my Crown Princess do his work." *** Three weeks after nearly drowning in a lotus pond, Crown Princess Adeline had already managed to offend three ministers, two Great Houses, half the Imperial Palace, and her husband's stepmother. What nobody knew was that Adeline wasn't really Adeline. She was Seraphine, the ruthless northern general presumed dead on the battlefield. She inherited the broken household of the supposedly dying Crown Prince, where servants stole freely and officials answered to no one. Unfortunately for them, not only did she know what corruption looked like, she knew how to bring unruly officials in line. She never expected to awaken in the body of the wallflower crown princess. Nor did she expect her supposedly useless husband. Lucien was supposed to be sickly, weak, and dying. Adeline quickly discovers that the rumors surrounding him are not quite true. And Lucien discovers something even more troublesome. His new wife has absolutely no intention of behaving like a Crown Princess.

The day my elder sister stole my fiancé from me, I did not fight back. Instead, I slipped past the maid guarding me and went straight to find my father. “She can have my fiancé. I’m marrying the Regent!” My father stared at me in shock. Everyone knew the Regent was in charge, but rumors said he could not father a child and had a nasty temper. What they did not know was that I was born under heaven’s favor—blessed with the gift of life itself. In my previous life, that blessing became my curse. My elder sister and stepmother smeared my name, claiming that my curves and easy fortune meant I had been defiled before marriage. My fiancé was disgusted and turned away from me. That was when my sister seized the chance to take my place. Even on her wedding day, my sister was not at ease. She had me dragged away like a lowly servant and sent to a brothel, ordering the madam to torture me. While I lay dying in the dark, she lived in the light, bearing children with my former fiancé and enjoying a lifetime of happiness that should have been mine. Now that I had been given another life, I refused to bow to fate again. She might have stolen my fiancé, but she could never take the blessing I was born with.

In Reychelle City, a contest was held to crown the most beautiful woman. After my cousin scarred my face, she seized first place with ease. What she never expected was that this year's contest wasn't for fame; it was to select the future wife of the Third Prince, a ruthless, bloodthirsty eunuch. That very afternoon, gifts poured in by the cartload. My betrothed panicked. That night, he tore up our engagement contract and carried my cousin into the bridal chamber. The next day, she trailed her lacquered fingertips across my cheek and sneered, "Alicia, with your ruined face, who would ever want you? Perhaps the beggar at the street corner might take you in." I caught her wrist, let out a cold laugh, and said, "Who told you I would marry a beggar?" Before her stunned eyes, I pushed open my parents' chamber doors. "Mom, since Maggie doesn't wish to be the prince's consort… let me take her place." Three years later, before the eyes of a shocked court, the Third Prince entered the grand hall with me at his side, with two children in tow. No one had foreseen it. This body of mine, blessed with the rarest gift of fertility, was the perfect match for a man believed incapable of siring heirs.