Damn! Back when I had read over a hundred transmigration novels, I even went out of my way to cram in a little "qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting" so I could transmigrate someday.
I figured that if I ever transmigrated, then when I got to the imperial palace and met those drop-dead gorgeous princes, I wouldn't embarrass myself, right? But only after transmigrating did I learn that life always catches you off guard, even when you think you're fully prepared.
I could let it go that this wasn't the Qing Dynasty, since I never did pass history. But we were both servants, so why couldn't I have transmigrated to the palace and become a maid or something? Wasn't that how that ridiculously popular transmigration drama went?
But look at me now. I've been here for nearly a month and still haven't even seen my actual master. Every day, I can only hide in the back courtyard of this kitchen, washing dishes over and over...
But why does someone always die wherever she goes? The scheming eldest young master, or the seemingly kind second young master: which one is her true destined one??...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.
