The day I dressed as the Prime Minister's daughter, I squatted under the wall and counted ants.
It's not that I'm idle - it's that I just found out that I will marry the regent Xiao Jinyuan in a while. On the night of the wedding, I ended up bleeding from my seven orifices and died tragically.
Good news: My parents love me, my brother dotes on me, and my family is rich, powerful and well-connected.
Bad news: I am a cannon fodder, and the marriage contract was granted by the emperor. If I disobey the decree, my whole family will die.
Then there is only one way left -
die. Once.
The kind of fake death.
The kind that runs away.
With the cooperation of my whole family, I staged a sudden death drama. The coffin was carried out and the mourning hall was set up. I also escaped over the wall at night, changed my name and opened a teahouse in Jiangnan, planning to live a retired life of sunbathing and eating melon seeds.
And guess what?
The cold-faced evil prince came after him.
"I heard that you are dead?" He blocked the door of my teahouse with an expressionless face, "I don't think it looks like you."
I lay down on the ground on the spot: "Ah, I'm alive again... No, I'm dead again..."
Later, everyone in the capital knew that the regent Xiao Jinyuan had married a princess who had "died several times."
And I just want to say one thing: I just want to look bad, why is it so difficult?
