The Cold King's Farmer's Daughter Is a Force to Be Reckoned With

At seventeen, she’s already being called an old maid? How would Du Wanqing, who was still unmarried in her thirties in her previous life, feel about that? She doesn’t mind people pointing and whispering. The worst part is that if she isn’t married by the time she turns eighteen, the authorities will assign her a husband. What decent men are left over for someone like her? Du Wanqing can’t help panicking! Her Du family is fairly well-off. Though she’s fat and has a bad reputation, plenty of old bachelors have their eyes on her. There’s Guo the Pockmarked from West Street, Xu the Lame from the South Gate, and an old scholar who failed the exams. Every man the matchmaker introduces is stranger than the last. As the days fly by, she still hasn’t found anyone. If she doesn’t settle on someone by her eighteenth birthday, the authorities will draw lots to choose her husband. Du Wanqing is getting desperate. Pointing to the man leaning in the corner, basking in the sun, she says, “I choose him!” Mo Xu nods. “Fine! I suppose I can do you this favor.” “What gives you the right?” the other candidates cry, panicking. Their chance to land this prize is about to slip away. How can they let that happen? “Draw lots to choose her husband! Draw lots to choose her husband!” “What gives you the right?” Mo Xu’s lips curve into a smile. “This!” A signal arrow streaks across the sky, and five hundred Imperial Guards descend on the town. “This general pays his respects to Your Highness and the Princess!”