The Ghost-Hunting Princess Wants a Husband

She only remembers that night... She was light as a swallow, free to come and go, and utterly dashing! There was more to her than just being handsome! But one careless glance was all it took to send her to ancient times, and into the body of a madwoman, no less! Wu Qiqi wanted to curse the heavens! She had planned to live quietly while searching for a way home, but a marriage contract had promised her to the regent, who was said to be a devil incarnate... Xiaoxiao was frantic. “Miss! How about we...” Wu Qiqi waved a hand calmly. “Xiaoxiao, don't be so hopeless! Your Miss would never do something as cowardly and clichéd as running away from her wedding!” Xiaoxiao's mouth twitched, and she wailed, “Miss, I meant, how about we take our own lives? That's still better than dying at the regent's hands. They say that's worse than death! Besides, considering what you're like... we'd probably die horribly. And that regent...” After hearing Xiaoxiao's vivid description, Wu Qiqi sprang out of bed like a carp leaping from water. “Xiaoxiao, hurry and pack! Your Miss is taking you and escaping!”