After transmigrating as Li Qingyan, Princess of Yong’an, I’d say my life script was set to hell mode. As a hostage princess sent to marry into an enemy nation, the history books say she’ll die a violent death in three years, leaving no remains behind. To survive, I tread carefully and work diligently, playing the part of a frail, easily bullied, melancholy beauty who would topple over in the slightest breeze. The enemy emperor says, “Princess, no need to stand on ceremony. Please, have a seat.” I look ready to cry. “Your Majesty, this humble woman has only just arrived and is terribly nervous. I’d rather remain standing…” The imperial consort says, “Sister, you’re quite the beauty. I wonder how well you dance?” I sway like a willow in the wind. “You flatter me, Sister. I’ve been frail since childhood. I’m afraid I couldn’t manage a dance…” In reality, every night I sneak over the palace walls and beat the local thugs of the capital until they’re crying for their mothers, while practicing the skills I mastered in my previous life as a martial arts family’s heir. Then one day, while sneaking into the enemy nation’s Dali Temple prison to rescue some unlucky fellow countryman, I ran straight into the legendary Prince of Zhenbei, a ruthless man known for his cold-blooded cruelty. He pressed his bloodstained sword against my throat, his gaze colder than ice. “Who are you?” I dropped to my knees in an instant, clutched his leg, and burst into tears. “P-Prince, spare me! I’m just a lost palace maid. I didn’t see a thing!” The Prince of Zhenbei looked at my priceless brocade clothes and the Imperial Kitchen pastries tucked in my arms, then fell into a long silence. How a drama queen with incredible fighting skills struggles to survive in an enemy nation. Constantly testing the limits of how far I can stray from my persona. That prince who always catches me in the middle of a “crime”: do you have radar?
