When metaphysics expert Guan Yao opened her eyes, she discovered she had transmigrated from the modern world to an ancient backwater where not even birds would shit.
The original owner was a young, abandoned daughter of a marquis’s household, born with a face covered in birthmarks and cast aside by her own mother. She was about to set off for the capital when her adoptive parents died, and then she herself died of illness along the way.
Guan Yao marveled: Just how awful and unlucky could someone’s fate be?
She held up a divination mirror and wailed: Damn you, Heaven, are you messing with me? Even the lonestar of calamity couldn’t compare to the original owner’s curse of constant misfortune and imminent death!
With no other choice, Guan Yao set herself a goal: accumulate good karma and make it fight this fate to the death!
But there was a way out after all. In the capital, she met the seventh prince, whose body was wrapped in purple auspicious energy. Guan Yao was practically drooling.
What a perfect coincidence!
You have fortune, and I need some. Seventh Prince, mind if I borrow yours?
Good recommendation