In the modern world of the twenty-first century, she was nothing more than an obscure, third-rate actress. Who could have guessed that a twist of fate would send her to an unfamiliar dynasty, where she’d go from nobody to somebody and become the beloved orphan of the Empress Dowager, Mu Zhaoyuan?
Mu Zhaoyuan was the most beautiful woman in the entire dynasty, a radiant beauty with a sweet, delicate charm. Orphaned at a young age, she was taken into the palace by the Empress Dowager, who pitied her. Despite her beauty, she was actually a fool! When she was seven, a high fever nearly killed her. She recovered, but was left with a lasting condition: namely...
As if transmigrating weren’t enough, she even fell into the bath of her nemesis, the stone-faced Ninth Prince!
Just when she thought she’d never make it back, her best friend, Li Chengxin, transmigrated too! She became Mu Zhaoyuan’s personal maid. Just as they were waiting for the right moment to return, Li Chengxin realized she could no longer go back...
[Excerpt One]
“Ninth Prince, you’re quite skilled with a sword!” Mu Zhaoyuan sat on a stone stool, watching the Ninth Prince in the distance.
“Lady Zhaoyuan, you flatter me...” The Ninth Prince’s lips curled slightly.
“Your Highness, you’re much better at thrusting down than thrusting up!” Mu Zhaoyuan stared at him with wide, innocent eyes...
“Mu Zhaoyuan!” The Ninth Prince’s face turned red, then white with anger.
Hmph! That’s what you get for showing off your little bit of kung fu and pointing your sword at my face all the time!
When the tiger doesn’t roar, do you think your big sister is Hello Kitty?
You should know that I’m from the twenty-first century!
The Ninth Prince simply gave her a wicked smile, pulled the smug Mu Zhaoyuan into his arms, and gave her a... passionate kiss, ancient-style!
“So sweet...” Only after who knew how long did the Ninth Prince release the girl in his arms and sigh at the sky.
Was this what they meant by being too clever for your own good?!
[Excerpt Two]
“Little Yuan, do you know how often I brought you here when you were young?” The Emperor always called himself “I” when he was alone with Mu Zhaoyuan.
“Yuan’er remembers.” Mu Zhaoyuan sat on the city wall, gazing at the bustling capital.
“Little Yuan, I’ll place the whole world at your feet!” Emperor Xuan Ling gazed at you with deep affection.
“Brother Xuan Ling...” Mu Zhaoyuan’s eyes grew misty.
“Though the waters may stretch three thousand miles, I’ll drink from just one gourd.” Xuan Ling gently put an arm around Mu Zhaoyuan’s shoulders.
To find out what happens next, read the story!
[Excerpt Three]
“Tang Qi, I won’t go back! I can’t go back!” Mu Zhaoyuan braced herself against the sandalwood table in anguish.
“Chengcheng! Are you really stupid, or just pretending? This will drag you down too. The ministers will definitely demand that you be executed along with him. By then, even the Emperor won’t be able to help you!” Tang Qi tried to reason with Mu Zhaoyuan.
“I promised him I’d never betray him, in this life or the next. I can’t be a coward who’s afraid to die!” Mu Zhaoyuan was agitated.
“You two can’t be together! You’re from different timelines, do you understand? This will get you killed!” Tang Qi was growing anxious.
“So what? I can’t abandon him and leave him to suffer alone!” Mu Zhaoyuan knocked the glazed vase off the table.
In the end... did our Lady Zhaoyuan go back or not? Read on to find out!
This story has romance and angst, but only a little angst for flavor. It’s neither sweet all the way through nor tragic all the way through. If you don’t like it, please don’t flame the author.
The male lead is powerful, and the heroine is a tough little thing... Come on, come on, jump right in!
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