Rong Hua, heir to a mystical family in the twenty-third century, was struck by lightning and unexpectedly transmigrated into an ancient romance novel, becoming the male lead’s doomed ex-wife.
Being a doomed ex-wife was bad enough, but she was also a hopeless romantic.
Rong Hua couldn’t stand for it. As the heir to the mystical Rong family of Huaxia, she could exorcise ghosts, draw talismans, and command ten thousand spirits.
So she was going to divorce him, divorce him, divorce him. Some things bear repeating three times.
Everyone in Shangjing knew that Prince Jin’s wife, the unloved legitimate daughter of the Rong family, had gone mad. Why? Because she was always telling people that there was a ghost beside them.
Scumbag: “Rong Hua, you’re seriously ill. I could never love someone like you.”
Scumbag father: “…” Get out! The Rong family has no daughter like you.
Stepmother: “She’s nothing but a menace.”
Everyone: “…” Miss Rong has really gone off the deep end.
Later, her scumbag father begged her to exorcise a ghost.
Sorry, who are you?
The scumbag regretted everything and begged her to take him back. Rong Hua smiled and said, “Get lost. You’re in the way.”
Rong Hua had originally resolved to become a career-obsessed workaholic, but wherever she went, that sinister, disabled crown prince followed.
Rong Hua was exasperated. “What are you trying to do?”
The disabled crown prince: “Marry you.”
“Get lost. I’m not becoming crown princess.”
Later, Rong Hua held the phoenix seal, looking deeply aggrieved.
The disabled crown prince chuckled and coaxed her fondly. “Be good, Yaoyao. You won’t be crown princess. You’ll be empress.”
