“Help! Qiao Wenshu, the General’s legitimate daughter, is going to kill someone!” A woman hung upside down from the city wall.
Outside the wall, in a shady spot, a woman in a bridal robe and veil lazily sipped her tea, completely unfazed.
She had been a modern-day special agent carrying out a mission when she was caught in a powerful air current. She thought she was going to die, but instead she transmigrated into the body of Qiao Wenshu, the General’s cherished legitimate daughter.
The night before her wedding to the Crown Prince, her arrogant rival in love sent someone to taunt her with a letter, saying that even if she became Crown Princess, the Crown Prince loved her, and she should be prepared to spend every night alone from then on.
She never expected the other woman in this era to be so shameless. Picking a fight with her was like kicking an iron wall. She sneaked into the Crown Prince’s residence in the middle of the night, hauled the woman out of his bed, and hung her on the city wall for everyone to see.
More and more people gathered to watch the spectacle.
A man in a bridal robe pushed breathlessly through the crowd. He snatched the teacup from Qiao Wenshu’s hand and splashed its contents in her face without hesitation. “Qiao Wenshu, you really have gone mad.”
He had just changed into his wedding robes when a servant reported what had happened. He rushed over immediately, not daring to waste a moment.
The water knocked away her veil, revealing a face marked by a scar. Its jagged line slithered across her skin like a venomous snake, grotesque and terrifying.
Everyone present drew a sharp breath at the sight.
They had long heard that the General’s legitimate daughter was hideously ugly. Now they could see it was true.