Oh, How I Long for You

After transmigrating, Lu Juan’er can’t help feeling it’s unfair.

How come everyone else transmigrates as a princess or the daughter of a prestigious family, or at the very least, as a direct disciple from a medicine valley or a junior sister in some sect?

But after transmigrating, all I get to be is a kitchen maid, with no father or mother, and only six years old.

Fine, I can accept being a kitchen maid. At least I get to live.

But after keeping my head down for a while, why have the young masters of the prince’s residence suddenly started calling me their little sister? And how did the commandery princess become my best friend and sister?

Why has the shop my late parents left me become the main granary for the imperial guards?

Why, when I’m nearly rich enough to rival a whole nation, am I still being sent off to die as a commandery princess in a political marriage to another country?

No, no, no. This time, I can’t do that. Now that there are people I care about, Juan’er wants to live for herself for once.