The plot of this story can be summed up in one song, to the tune of "We Are Soldiers."
Okay, enough chatter. The author presses a tiny fist to her chest and begins to sing, full of vim and vigor:
We who transmigrate, what's so different about us? It's because our transmigration gets our hearts racing.
We who transmigrate, what's so different about us? The same over-the-top plot, the same tragic fate.
Say we're different, but really we're the same.
The same heartwarming tale is offered to you. I hope you'll enjoy it.
What's so great about transmigrating as a princess? No palace intrigue, no scheming to please the emperor, no worrying that your husband will take a second wife. Tired of spending every day eating your fill and waiting to die? Then run away from the palace and have some fun!
But what can you do? Other people transmigrate, and she transmigrates too, only her luck is so rotten she ends up in a nunnery. She'd hoped this time to find someone she liked and join forces to bully men and lord it over them, but that dream is dead. Dead and gone.
But heavens above, why was she born into a princess's body only to live a nun's life?
Heaven and earth, bear witness to my virtue. My character is damn good, so why do the people I've set my heart on always turn out to be meant for me, but never mine?
She transmigrated into this world and spent lonely years drifting by. Though she knew she'd given her heart to the wrong person, she stubbornly refused to look back!
He was like a jade tree on a spring mountain, with youth passing in a flash. Though he knew love could hurt, he struggled, unwilling to take a step forward!
He was elegant and inscrutable, and a chance encounter in his youth left him longing for someone he could never have. Poor him, with his scheming heart and his own secret sorrow.
He had charming, flirtatious eyes and hidden motives. His casual advances annoyed her, so she plotted against him. Alas, even a fickle man can be worn down by someone devoted.
He was flamboyant and carefree, surrounded by jewels and finery. He clung to his longing for her, until the wealthy man had to cut out his heart and bleed for it.
He was refined and graceful, with experience of countless people. Curious, he took her hand and pursued her, but no amount of plotting could turn the tide.
