My head hurts like someone hit me with a hammer.
I opened my eyes, and what I saw was a dazzling bright red. A strong smell of powder entered my nose, making me sneeze three times in a row. I looked down and saw that I was wearing a wedding dress and sitting in a sedan chair that was so bumpy that it could knock out the overnight meal.
"I'm going, what's going on?"
My last memory still remains of working overtime at the company all night long, lying on my desk and squinting for a while, and this is what I woke up to? A sedan chair? Wedding dress? Was this time travel or did the crew go to the wrong set?
The sound of a suona came from outside the sedan chair, as if it was being played at a funeral, and there was a sense of sadness in the tone. I opened the corner of the sedan curtain and took a peek. There were dense crowds of people standing on both sides of the street. Their faces were filled with sadness, and many of them were still wiping tears. I also saw an aunt holding a bowl and throwing it on the ground, muttering: "What a good girl, why did she marry that evil star..."
I was confused.
During this battle, why do I feel like I am not going to get married, but to die?
The next second, a wave of memories rushed into my mind like a flood, and I almost screamed in pain. When the severe pain passed, I finally understood my current situation.
My name is Shen Tang. The original owner was the concubine of the Shen family in Beijing. My father did not care for me and my mother died early. She was used as a bargaining chip by the family and given to the regent of the dynasty as a princess. And this regent, named Xiao Yan, was known throughout the country as a crazy critic who was prolific in murdering people and was moody. When he went to court, he could drag the ministers out and behead him if he felt unhappy. When girls all over the capital heard his name, they were so frightened that they had nightmares for three days.
