The sick king's bride to bring him good fortune

"Find that damned girl for me, now!"

The once enchanting Zuichunlou in the capital city was now a chaotic mess, its brightly lit lobby filled with people.

The madam shouted in a high-pitched voice. Her burly body was dressed in red, and her already heavy face looked awkward because of the excessive powder. A large red flower was stuck in her hair. She looked as gaudy as could be.

Meanwhile, the pimps and servants scattered around, searching for the person, were also dressed in festive attire, with red ribbons tied around their waists, and rushed out the door with sticks and ropes in hand.

"What happened?" In the lobby of Zuichunlou, the guests who hadn't left yet saw this commotion and quietly asked the other guests.

"The bride ran away."

Which bride?

"Who else could it be but that Furong girl who was bought by Zuichunlou a while ago? On the day she was listed, she was immediately taken as a concubine by Master Chen of the city for three thousand taels of silver. Today was the day of her wedding, but someone went to the bride's room just now and found that she was gone."

"How could such a thing happen? This girl Furong is really foolish. Three thousand taels of silver is enough for an ordinary family to live on for ten years. If she marries into the family, she can wear gold and silver. Wouldn't that be better than being a prostitute in a brothel? Besides, where can a weak woman like her run off to? I think she'll be caught and brought back in a little while."

"That's right, that's right!" the guests agreed in unison.

Sure enough, after a while, all the pimps and servants who had run away returned, one of them carrying a woman dressed in a bright red wedding dress with a veil over her head.

"Let me go! You're actually abducting a woman!" The woman who had been grabbed was still struggling desperately.

The madam sneered as she stepped forward, cursing as she reached out to lift the woman's red veil: "You think you can escape after entering my Drunken Spring Pavilion? Let me tell you, not a chance!"

Her words trailed off abruptly, her powdered face turning even paler, and she screamed with her chapped lips wide open, "Who are you, Furong?"

The entire Drunken Spring Pavilion was in an uproar. They crowded around to take a look, only to find that the woman whose veil had been lifted had an unfamiliar face. Everyone looked at each other in disbelief.

Where did Furong go?

Furong Girl Ruan Mozhu was indeed in a bridal sedan chair, but it was a different bridal sedan chair.

Ruan Mozhu secretly lifted a crack in the sedan chair curtain, but was immediately slapped back by the matchmaker who was on guard outside the sedan chair, leaving her speechless with despair.

Are there any other transmigrators in the world as tragic as her? Ruan Mozhu huddled sadly in the bridal sedan chair, recalling the miserable experiences she had had over the past few days.

She was sleeping peacefully at home when she woke up to find herself transformed from a modern-day flower of the motherland into an unfortunate girl in ancient times who had been sold into a brothel by her relatives.

What is bok choy?

Little Cabbage was unloved by her parents. Not only was she sold to a brothel, but she was also forced to marry a seventy- or eighty-year-old man as his eighteenth concubine. She refused to comply and was beaten to death.

Then, Ruan Mozhu was inexplicably transported to this body and stuffed into it.

After inheriting the original owner's memories, Ruan Mozhu felt like she might as well find a block of tofu and smash her head against it. But as a modern woman, how could she act like an ancient woman who only sought death?

If you don't want to accept this fate, then just run away.

So for some time now, Ruan Mozhu has been pretending to be obedient and clever, making the pimps guarding her think that she has resigned herself to her fate. But secretly, she has been hiding clothes and fabric to make ropes, and successfully escaped from her attic to the street on her wedding day when everyone was busy preparing.

But unexpectedly, just when she thought she had finally escaped the pursuers sent by Zuichunlou, another wedding procession bumped into her and, without saying a word, forced her into the bridal sedan chair and happily set off.

No matter how Ruan Mozhu explained that they had the wrong person, the other party had a "Don't be silly, we won't fall for it again" expression and kept a close eye on her.

"What kind of mess is this?" Ruan Mozhu was full of resentment. Then she heard the wedding attendants following outside the bridal sedan chair, probably because they were bored, start chatting, and the topic eventually turned to her.

"I can understand the bride's thoughts. If I were marrying that kind of man, I would also try every means to escape the marriage."

Is the runaway bride referring to the real bride?

Ruan Mozhu perked up one ear and leaned close to the sedan curtain to eavesdrop.

"Yes, I heard that His Highness Prince Qi is not only crippled in both legs and blind, but also frail and sickly, lying in bed all day relying on medicine to keep him alive. What happiness can a woman find by marrying such a man?"

Prince Qi, Ruan Mozhu, was suddenly startled. Could this really be the royal wedding procession?

She was speechless, never expecting to be stuffed into such a luxurious bridal sedan chair. If, upon arriving at the Prince's mansion, she were recognized as an imposter, she feared that deceiving the emperor in ancient times was a grave offense—wouldn't she lose her head?

"But His Highness Prince Qi is, after all, a prince. Even if His Highness Prince Qi is utterly unworthy, she will still be a princess consort after marrying into the family. What more could she ask for?"

One of the matchmakers said this, and was soon ridiculed by another.

"You don't understand. If it were just that, it wouldn't be so bad. But now the whole capital is saying that His Highness Prince Qi is terminally ill and may not have much time left. That's why the Prince's residence is urgently arranging a marriage for him. To put it bluntly, the bride is brought in to bring good luck to the Prince's residence. You still think being a princess is a happy thing? If His Highness Prince Qi passes away, I think she'll just be a princess who is buried alive with him."

"Oh my god, is that so?"

A soft gasp came from outside the sedan chair, and Ruan Mozhu inside the chair also fell to the ground with a "plop".

She never imagined that she would fall into the wolf's den after escaping the tiger's mouth. She had finally escaped the fate of marrying an old man as a concubine, but in the blink of an eye, she found herself in the situation of marrying a sickly prince to bring him good luck.

Furthermore, she couldn't tell anyone that she wasn't the real bride, because that would be a crime of deceiving the king.

This book originated from Kanshuwang.