After I Transmigrated, I Became the Beloved of the Miaojiang Clan's Young Lord

The day she received an offer from a publicly traded company, the normally unsuperstitious Jiang Zhiwan spent all her savings to visit Ling Shan Temple and pray.

On her way down the mountain, she was caught in a sudden downpour. Her foot slipped, and she hit her head on a rock. Just before she lost consciousness, she remembered the master's words about her dream: “The cause in a past life bears fruit in this one. Let things take their natural course, my child.”

When she opened her eyes again, she had become the neglected real daughter who had only just been found by the Prime Minister's household. She was being sent to marry the moody, ruthless, supposedly useless Crown Prince as a bride of good fortune.

Jiang Zhiwan was delighted. “Once I marry him, the Crown Prince will kick the bucket, and I'll be a widow. The whole enormous Crown Prince's residence will be mine. That's much better than being worked to the bone at a publicly traded company.”

On her wedding night, she stared at the strong, strapping man before her and fell into deep thought. “How is this guy supposed to be on death's doorstep?”

She squeezed her eyes shut, decided to make the best of things, and put on a fawning smile. “Your Highness, you can just think of me as a servant.”

The Crown Prince, Chi Ya, fell silent for a moment. “Do I look that scary?”

Jiang Zhiwan nodded frantically. “Mm-hmm.”

The next day, she emerged from the Crown Prince's chambers in tears, one hand on her aching back. “Why did no one tell me the Crown Prince's bed was so hard?”

Later, when the arrogant Crown Prince saw her trying to leave, he pinned her to the bed, eyes red. “You know my secret and still think you can leave?”