Yan Wushuang had only stolen half a jar of the wine her master had buried beneath the osmanthus tree. When she woke from her drunken stupor, she discovered she had arrived three years in the future.
By then, the Great Yuan Crown Princess had fled her wedding for love. The emperor adored his daughter and, to cover up the truth, sent for Yan Wushuang, who had been studying on Mount Cangnan since childhood, and bestowed upon her the title of "Yongfu."
The newly titled Princess Yongfu, Yan Wushuang, was to fulfill, one month later, a marriage pact made ten years ago between humans and demons to ensure peace between the two races.
Since the Crown Princess had run away from her wedding, the responsibility fell to Yan Wushuang.
Her so-called father tried to comfort her, saying empty things like, "Shuang'er, by shouldering this responsibility, you will earn the gratitude of the common people for generations to come." At the same time, he assigned many more people to "guard" the Princess Yongfu's residence, effectively placing her under house arrest.
Before the wedding, Yan Wushuang had met her nominal fiancé exactly once.
What she remembered most was his androgynous beauty: brows like ink paintings, eyes like autumn waters, a red mole between his brows, and an unreadable expression as he lowered his head to look at her.
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Their married life was utterly uneventful.
Until one day, an assassin mistakenly drove into her convenient husband’s chest the sword meant for Yan Wushuang.
Yan Wushuang hurriedly carried her injured husband back to their room. The moment his body touched the bed, he transformed into a fluffy black-and-white ball.
Was this... a giant panda?
Yan Wushuang met his eyes, set within those dark circles, and saw how different he looked from his usual appearance.
Her chest trembled with barely contained laughter.
He thought she was crying.
Then Yan Wushuang burst out laughing.
He: ...?
Core idea: Red silk binds a destined match, and fireworks brew a deep love.
