I Got into the Wrong Bed, but Married the Right Man

A young girl's panicked face stared back from the bronze mirror, her skin pale as jade, a pair of entwined lotuses embroidered on her green silk trousers.

I clutched a pink bellyband embroidered with mandarin ducks at play, listening to footsteps approach from beyond the door. Cold sweat beaded on my forehead.

“Young Master, Madam wants to see you!” The young page's shout sounded like music from heaven.

I had transmigrated!

I had transmigrated into the body of a maid named Li Luo. According to the original owner's scattered memories, Madam planned to marry her off to a lame stable hand.

And this girl had actually risked everything to climb into the young master's bed.

What a disastrous start!

I hastily threw on some clothes and climbed out the window to escape, only to run into Butler Huo on his rounds in the back garden.

In the moonlight, his brows and eyes were dark as ink, and his fitted black outfit accentuated his lean waist.

Memories suddenly came flooding back.

Three days ago, by the lotus pond, it was this very man who had pulled “me” from the water as I drowned.

“Miss Li Luo?” His gaze swept over my disheveled collar.

I grabbed his sleeve. “Brother Huo, when are you going to marry me?”