It is said that the timid young princess Zhuang Jiang took a blade for the man she loved and narrowly escaped death. From then on, a demon king took possession of her.
Zhuang Jiang said, "I am a timid, delicate young lady, gentle and refined. Please don't bully me."
The concubines, maids, and young ladies she'd had beaten to death or sold off after giving them a tongue-lashing were on the verge of tears. "Just who is bullying whom here?!"
Zhuang Jiang added, "I am gentle and kind, well-read and reasonable. I couldn't hurt a fly."
Her enemies, bandits, and the top military scholar, all chased by her and crying for help, spat out three mouthfuls of blood on the spot. "Have you no shame?"
But none of that mattered, because the most arrogant wastrel in the Northern Cang Dynasty, a wicked prince who killed and burned without a second thought, was on his knees, scrubbing clothes on a washboard, boasting with all his might.
"My Jiang'er is tender and affectionate, as delicate as a flower. She takes her husband as her guiding principle. If I say one, she wouldn't dare say two."
Everyone muttered under their breath, "If you're so capable, get up and say that!"
(P.S. No transmigration, no rebirth. A proper, goofy, sweet historical romance. Come check it out, cuties!)
