Han Xingchu was a highly valued national specialist in the twenty-fourth century, with doctorates in both medicine and toxicology. On missions, she was the beautiful Man-Eating Flower, a killer feared by assassins around the world. At the research institute, she was a brilliant beauty and a doctoral researcher. In society, she was the envied heiress of a multinational conglomerate. She was both beautiful and formidable.
Then Han Xingchu got a call saying the plane carrying her parents had gone missing.
With no time to think, she boarded a flight home. As the plane flew, Han Xingchu began to sense something was wrong. It seemed as if the aircraft had lost its way. After a dizzying bout of vertigo, she lost consciousness.
When Han Xingchu woke, she knew something was wrong. She looked around at the antique-looking room, trying to figure out where she was and recall what had happened. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her head...
Damn, she had transmigrated! This was completely absurd...
She had transmigrated to an era she didn’t recognize and become the Crown Princess, a woman with the same name as her. Her father was Chancellor Han, and she was the legitimate daughter of the chancellor’s household. She had married the Crown Prince and become Crown Princess. Everyone praised her as a talented and virtuous woman, a perfect helpmeet to the prince. Only the Crown Princess knew how trapped she was, spending every day miserable and depressed...
Han Xingchu recalled what the original owner had gone through, and her temper flared. Whoever wanted to be Crown Princess could take the job. She wasn’t going to be this ridiculous Crown Princess...
Han Xingchu began planning all sorts of escape routes. But before she could get away, she ran into the Empress. Oh my, she’d found her mother! She had to take her mother and escape, too. Then the Emperor blocked their path. “Where are you going without me?” He took a closer look, and they both burst out laughing. She’d found her father, too! Now she could do whatever she wanted in this world. Why run away? She could go wherever she pleased. As for the Crown Prince, hmph...
Good writing, keep it up