Yao Sheng never imagined that a disaster would strike someone as kind and honest as her. She opens her heavy eyes to a room full of red curtains. Looking down, she sees bright red embroidered shoes and a crimson brocade dress. How awful! Could it be… she’s gone with the trend and transmigrated?
She pinches her thigh hard. It hurts!
Outside the door, she can faintly hear the girls whispering: “The prince may not be as robust and strong as he was in his younger days, but he’s still the dream husband of countless young women. I heard that the princess marrying into the family today seems a little… slow-witted.”
Yao Sheng really has landed in this miserable cliché.
Warning!!!
The tropes are rather old-fashioned, and the setting is mostly left to your imagination, so please don’t take the story too seriously.
The outline was written years ago, but I still want to finish the story bit by bit. The writing style in the early chapters may differ from the later ones, but I’ll do my best to keep the plot flowing smoothly.
