Qiao Yu had a notorious nickname: the Jinx. She ate a little fish and got a fish bone stuck in her throat, so off to the hospital she went. She stepped outside for a moment and got hit by a car, suffering a minor fracture. She went on a little trip and ran into a pyramid scheme, which the police promptly shut down.
How had she been so unlucky for over twenty years? For the Nth time, Qiao Yu raised her middle finger and cursed the heavens. Thunder roared, and she transmigrated.
A jinx is a jinx, after all. Her luck was just as bad wherever she went. Three years ago, Qiao Yu transmigrated into the body of the youngest daughter of the most favored prime minister in the Xuanyuan Dynasty. She had already been expelled from the residence.
When it rains, it pours. She could barely take care of herself, so why had a man with amnesia suddenly appeared?
With tears streaming down her face, she looked up at the heavens. Were they really going to wipe her out completely?