Qin Qin never imagined that a bus accident would send her transmigrating to ancient times.
She had barely come to terms with the fact that she had transmigrated into Qin Xueyao, the foolish daughter of the prime minister, when another bombshell left her reeling.
The original owner had a fiancé chosen for her at birth, and they had agreed to marry once she came of age.
Qin Qin screamed inwardly. Her best years were still ahead of her, and she hadn't had nearly enough fun yet. How could she just marry some man?
So, on a dark and windy night,
Qin Qin stuffed away the bits of silver she'd secretly saved, grabbed her loyal maid, and quietly climbed over the rear wall of the prime minister's residence.
"Young master, might you give this humble girl a ride?"
The coachman looked down at the two of them, frowning deeply. "Move along! Where did these ruffians come from? Don't disturb my master!"
Just as Qin Qin was about to retort, a deep, resonant voice came from inside the carriage. "Lin Feng, let them in!"
Qin Qin's heart leaped with joy. What luck! She'd finally caught a ride. She hurriedly pulled her maid aboard.
Lifting the heavy curtain, she saw soft brocade cushions inside, and a faint, cool fragrance lingered in the air.
A man sat across from her. His dark robes accentuated his sharp features, and his deep, ink-black eyes calmly studied the young woman who had brazenly stopped his carriage.
Qin Qin lowered her eyes, happily plotting to herself: Once she lost her pursuers, the world would be wide open, and nobody could force her to marry.
She had no idea that the kind man who had offered her a ride was none other than the fiancé she was desperately trying to escape.
So this was what they meant by running away from marriage being thrilling for a moment, only to end up walking straight into your own trap?
