The moment I opened my eyes, I was the last princess of the Xia Dynasty, and the marriage delegation was leaving tomorrow.
Little Shun the System said, “Host, your mission is simple: just stay alive.”
Then it played the song “A Cold Farewell.”
Me: “...Could you show a little compassion?”
Little Shun: “Ding! Friendly reminder: this System doesn’t offer refunds, but it can play the song on repeat.”
Even more absurdly, the guard captain escorting me had a mole on the web of his right hand.
A fortune-teller from the dynasty before last had one. So did a cook from that same dynasty, and a royal physician from the previous dynasty.
I asked Little Shun, “Who is he?”
Little Shun fell silent.
Then it said something that made my scalp prickle:
“System log... name detected: Shen Yan. But where have I heard it before?”
Only later did I learn that he had waited three thousand years for me.
In every lifetime, he found me. In every lifetime, I forgot him.
In every lifetime, he said the same thing: “It’s all right. I’ll find her again in the next life.”
This isn’t serious historical fiction. It’s a story about helping the girls of the past catch their breath.
A political marriage? Fine, but I want three thousand soldiers as my dowry.
The kingdom’s falling? Don’t worry, I’ll teach the princesses square dancing so they can defend the city.
Imprisoned? No problem, I’ll open an embroidery shop and support all the widows in town.
Forced to marry? Pretend to be crazy. Do it convincingly, and the emperor won’t be able to go through with it.
From the Xia Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty: 38 dynasties, 38 princesses.
With a modern imagination, I’ll give them lives they won’t regret.
As for the man who waited three thousand years for me...
This time, I’ll be the one to find him.
