Mist

Some of the views in this story are highly controversial! Readers who value humanitarianism and fairness are advised to proceed with caution!

I transmigrated through time and space. Fortunately, I was bestowed the title of princess. Unfortunately, I was sent to the Liao to marry for peace.

He was a prince only eighteen years old, yet already powerful and influential. He loved me, but still intended to take three wives and four concubines.

Would he, the man who gave me care, love, and freedom, be the one I would ultimately spend my life with?

(This is my first time writing, so there are plenty of flaws. Ever since I began posting, I’ve received countless bottles and tomatoes. One more from you won’t make a difference, so take a look if you’re interested!)