[One Couple, Both Chaste] [Sweet Romance] [Political Marriage] [Marriage Before Love] [Absurd Comedy] [Male Lead Has No Side Consorts]
Yuan Qingyue only stepped on the sewing machine a few extra times at her older brother's textile factory, yet somehow managed to transmigrate all the way into the past and become the eldest princess of Dongyue.
After finally enjoying a carefree life until she came of age, she was sent to Xichu for a political marriage to preserve peace between the two nations.
At their first meeting, she clung to Yan Qi'an's leg, on the verge of tears. "Hero, take me and run away with you! I can be your bandit bride or your servant who washes your feet, anything!"
The tall, slender man slowly approached, lifted her chin, and smiled. "You do have a bit of beauty. Since you're so sincere, come with me... Your King, back to the mountain to be my bandit bride."
Yuan Qingyue smiled sweetly, though she couldn't help sneering inwardly.
[Heh, that boy must have bad eyesight. What does he mean, 'a bit of beauty'? I'm so gorgeous I make fish sink and flowers retreat, the moon hide and geese fall from the sky. Everyone adores me, flowers bloom when they see me, and even cars get flat tires in the factory when I show up...]
Yan Qi'an raised an eyebrow in confusion. Had he imagined hearing that?
The second time, Yuan Qingyue was eating luosifen with her maids in the prince's residence when Yan Qi'an happened to walk by.
"My lord, you said you'd go along with anything I wanted. Surely you don't mind this, do you?"
"Princess, smell me..."
A kiss?
Yuan Qingyue bashfully scratched her cheek. "My lord, isn't this a little improper?"
[Tsk, tsk, tsk. Couldn't control yourself, could you? Finally showing your true colors? Scumbag!]
The impossibly handsome man's face darkened.
Very beautifully written