Chapter 1
The sun shone unusually brightly in the springtime. A royal decree arrived at Minister Liu’s manor in Nanli with the following orders:
“By royal decree of the Emperor, mandated by the heavens: The virtuous, talented, and exceptionally beautiful third young miss of the Liu Family, Liu Rushuang, will from here forth be known as Princess Changping and travel to the nation of Beiming to be politically wed. Milady will set out in three day’s time. As granted by the Emperor!”
Minister Liu had a total of three daughters; the most disappointing of them all was the third daughter, Liu Rushuang.
In the Capital, rumors have it that the Liu family’s third young miss was illiterate and utterly stupid.
Whereas the Liu Family’s eldest young miss, Liu Ruyue, was not only captivatingly beautiful but outstandingly talented.
Why did the Emperor want to betroth such a women to the Emperor of Beiming? Well, there were many theories.
Speaking of the Emperor of Beiming, women of the Capital would all shudder at the thought of when he killed thousands of people one night on a bloody rampage.
People wondered just how many days Liu Rushuang would survive after her betrothal.
Just then, in the dreary and run-down Autumn Jade Courtyard, the female lead of this story rested leisurely on the bed.
But in the very end, she was tortured to death by her own father.
Just when she lost her life to the father and step mother who didn’t protect her, the respected young miss of this life suffered some injuries.
She was punished to kneel in the courtyard without food or water for three days.
Finally, when she reached her limit of exhaustion and hunger, she secretly picked up the food that the young miss’ threw out for her to eat.
However, her father who despised her found out and violently beat her.
In the end, on the brink of death, she still didn’t know why it all happened.
With that thought, Liu Rushuang smirked with hints of ferocity and viscousness.
If she could transmigrate back, she would definitely murder the father who killed her!
…
In this lifetime, she finally had a mother who treated her well and made her feel like family.
But she passed away a long long time ago.
Her eyes gradually turned blood red.
Nevertheless, she smiled helplessly, and yet that same smile seemed to turn as dark as the pitch-black abyss.
Qing’Er stared at Liu Rushuang who looked like she was sad again, and silently stood by her side.
The young miss had truly suffered far too much.