She was an ordinary graphic designer in modern society, a so-called “arts-and-literature spinster” in the eyes of everyone around her. During a rafting trip, she unexpectedly transmigrated to the final years of the Eastern Jin dynasty.
Just then, a prince was marrying a general’s daughter. The bride who had transmigrated exactly where she was supposed to should have been on her way to a life of wealth and prestige as the prince’s official consort. But a political conspiracy robbed her of even a taste of that life, and somehow she wound up a lowly matchmaker, unfit for respectable society.
A matchmaker, then. So what? I can still make a wonderful life for myself.
But making wedding clothes for others is one thing. Now I have to do it for my own husband, too…
Where’s the justice in that? Your Highness, don’t push me too far!
