Tang Xi transmigrated into a book as the Prince of Jin’s Consort, a character whose name was never even mentioned. She arrived in a bridal sedan chair and went straight to the Prince of Jin’s manor.
The original owner was a lovesick girl who spent every day chasing after the man she adored, making herself infamous throughout the capital. Her mother was dead, her maternal family was gone, her father didn’t care for her, her stepmother mistreated her, and her younger sister plotted against her.
Tang Xi’s reaction: Who are you people? I don’t care. I only care whether I’ll transmigrate back to the apocalypse, why my dowry is so small, whether the household will keep feeding me, and whether patients will think fifty taels is too much for a consultation.
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The Prince of Jin was poisoned and blinded on the battlefield, so the emperor arranged a marriage to bring him good fortune. Remembering how the woman used to cry and annoy him, the prince had her settled far away. Who could have guessed she would insist on treating him? Her soft, sweet voice made it hard to resist her.
Everyone else wondered why the Prince of Jin’s Consort had changed, why she couldn’t read but knew medicine, and whether she was secretly plotting something.
The Prince of Jin didn’t care about any of that. He only wondered why his consort didn’t cling to him, why she didn’t want to become Crown Princess, and whether she might suddenly disappear.
