Chapter 1: Marrying the Wrong Man in the Wrong Palanquin

In the sixth year of Emperor Yongtai's reign, the Empress Dowager issued an imperial decree.

The eldest daughter of the Jing'an Marquis, Qing, is kind and virtuous, graceful and elegant. She was chosen on an auspicious day by the Yellow Dao to be the empress.

Second Miss Yao, with both talent and beauty, virtuous and excellent, is married to Regent King Rong Ling as his principal wife.

The imperial decree caused a stir throughout the capital. The House of Jing'an Hou, with its wife and concubine, was showered with glory, their fame reaching unprecedented heights at that time.

August 16th, a good day according to the Yellow Emperor's calendar, is auspicious for weddings.

The two Misses of the Jing'an Houfu arrived promptly in their palanquins, one heading towards the palace and the other towards the Prince Regent's Mansion.

The streets and alleys of the capital city were thronged with people, every teahouse and restaurant filled to the brim. Everyone was eager to witness this grand wedding celebration.

……..

In the bridal chamber of Prince Regent's Mansion, Zi'an sat quietly on the crimson wedding bed, adorned with a red headdress and veil.

On one side of the bridal chamber, two bridesmaids and two beautiful maids stood silently, not uttering a word.

There were murmurs outside: "The second miss of the Jing'an Hou's residence is the first talent in our great Yan Dynasty. She has topped the rankings at Bai Lu Academy year after year. The Emperor will bestow her in marriage to our prince, truly a perfect match."

"Well, well, only someone like the second young miss could be worthy of our prince, a true dragon among men. You have to know, our prince is the number one man in all of Dayan."

Under the red wedding hat, you are lost in bewilderment. You were a genius doctor of the 21st century, but because you refused to help a greedy official, his men stabbed you to death.

And now, what's going on? As you were pondering this, a buzzing sound echoed in your mind. Countless memories flooded back into your consciousness.

"I hadn't even had time to think deeply when a respectful voice came from the side: 'Your servant greets the Wangye. Please, Wangye, use the bridal scale to lift the bridal veil. From this point forward, may you be happy and content, with blessings until the end of your days.'"

"Well," a crisp and deep voice sounded, it was cold yet exceptionally pleasant to hear, like jade beads falling on a tray.

At the same time, a pair of long fingers, distinctly boned, reached out towards the tray held by the matchmaker. The tray held a wedding scale adorned with red silk. As the scale was brought before Qing, it quickly had its red cover lifted.

Upon lifting the hat, you felt a refreshing change. Raising your head, you were left speechless.

Even though I had seen handsome men before, I was still amazed by the man in front of me.

His five pointed features were sharp, his brows a narrow flight above piercing eyes. Those eyes were deep and dark, like obsidian flashing with an inner light, captivating anyone who dared to meet their gaze.

At this time, he was wearing a black robe embroidered with gold thread along the edges. The robe made his features even more delicate, like flawless ink jade.

Every gesture and movement exuded majesty, resembling the arrival of a king. People dared not approach him easily.

At this moment, he pursed his lips tightly. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he stared directly at...

You unconsciously avoided his gaze, and your ears suddenly picked up several panicked voices: "Oh, a spider."

"Oh, ghost!"

"Monster."

In the house, several people in ancient costumes were staring in terror, as if they had encountered a terrifying ghost.

You were about to speak when suddenly a sharp pain shot through your neck. The man who had earlier removed the red veil, his face now cold and grim, had swiftly seized you by the throat. "Were you the one who tampered with the palanquin?" he hissed. "Do you think you are worthy of marrying me? A foolish dream!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the coldness in his eyes grew deeper and more unfathomable. At the same time, his grip tightened.

You were choked and gasping for breath. Not thinking much, you suddenly moved and kicked the man opposite you hard, while coldly saying, "Think I'd want to marry you?"

The man was taken aback, clearly not expecting Qing to suddenly make a move. Furthermore, Qing had kicked him in his groin, so he lost his footing and was sent flying backwards.

As soon as Qin Yi gained freedom, Zi quickly retreated. The man opposite had already stood firm, his five senses sharp, instantly gathering a whirlwind of rage. His narrow eyes were filled with the icy malice of a beast eager to pounce.

At this moment, he resembled a Shura from hell, causing everyone to feel chills down their spine.

"You dare to kick me? You're asking for death."

He acted quickly, rushing forward to seize her. She stumbled back in retreat, a sharp pain piercing through her head. But at this moment, something strange entered her mind.

Now I finally know what the situation is all about.

I have crossed over, my soul transmigrated to ancient times, to the eldest daughter of General Jing'an’s household in the Great Yan Dynasty, Qing. And the person before me is none other than Rong Ling, the Prince Regent of Great Yan who holds heavy troops and wields power over the world.

Three months ago, the Empress Dowager issued an imperial decree, betrothing Miss Yao, the second daughter of the Jing'an Hou Mansion, to Rong Ling, the Regent King, as his principal wife.

Jing'an Houfu's second miss Yao is the first talent in Dayan, while you are the first ugly.

Not only is he ugly, but he's also incompetent. Most importantly, everyone curses him because half of his face has grown a gray spider, and it's alive and moving, just like a real spider crawling on his face.

Such a situation... how can one compare to Yao, who possesses both beauty and intelligence? Yet, today is our wedding day. By some misfortune, we ended up in the wrong palanquin. The one intended for me, went to the Second Miss, and mine, instead, led me to the Regent's Manor.

No wonder the Regent saw this and was so furious!

"Your Highness, please calm yourself. The most important thing right now is to send me back to the palace and replace the fake Regent Princess."

Your words stopped Rong Ling's steps. He gave you a cold look and then strode out the door.

"Nan Feng, immediately prepare a carriage and have it waiting at the side door. Remember not to alarm anyone."

A subordinate responded with a sound and quickly had the carriage ready.

Rong Ling walked back into the bridal chamber and gave a cold command to Qing: "Come, follow me to the palace."

This time, he didn't refuse. He followed him and quickly mounted the carriage. The carriage quietly left the side door of the Prince Regent's Mansion.

The carriage, you in a corner, as far away from the man on the couch as possible.

Although men may be like paintings, they are clearly off-limits, so it's best to stay away from them.

Even so, the man still glared at him with an unpleasant expression: "Heh, no one has ever dared to kick this king before. This account, this king will remember it."

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