Lan Ziyu, a mercenary working overseas, had had enough of a life spent killing with her life constantly on the line and drifting from one foreign land to another. At the edge of death, she made the same wish again and again: If I get another life, I’m going to live like a rich landowner’s foolish son. But it seemed Heaven was set against her. Every time, it left her hovering between life and death without granting her wish. Then, one day, she finally died and was reborn? Huh? She may have been born into a wealthy family, but why was she still saddled with a life of hardship?
Lan Ziyu: Married off from the start? Over my dead body! I’ve been single for thirty years. What can you do about it?
Duke Su: We cannot defy the law. If you refuse to marry, hundreds of members of the Su family will all end up in prison.
Lan Ziyu looked around at the room full of elderly people and children, all gazing at her pleadingly. Wait, are they trying to guilt-trip me? But if I disobey, will I end up burdened with even more sins? In her previous life, she’d already thought she was guilty of too many sins, so the best plan now was to make herself scarce. Running away was her specialty. No one was going to catch her. Heh, the sky is wide and birds can fly wherever they please. She was going to fly.
In the imperial palace’s rear courtyard, the Ninth Princess’s room was filled with the sound of things crashing to the floor.
Ninth Princess: I won’t marry! I won’t! I’d rather die than marry that big black bear!
The emperor gently soothed her: My child, don’t be so willful. Su Zhan may be a little dark-skinned, but he’s the most outstanding young man of his generation. Stop being so picky. Your father knows you don’t like him, but you’ve been turning down suitors for two years. You’ll be seventeen soon. Don’t tell me you want to be sent off to marry a Tatar!
The princess had no answer, so she took advantage of the dark, windy night and slipped away.
From then on, Lan Ziyu had a companion on her escape from marriage.
