Chapter 1: The Transmigrated Girl Who Doesn't Want to Be Empress

[Favoritism Series] Them in Ancient Times

When Lan Xiaoyu opened her eyes, the scene before her was no longer the bungee jumping site.

She collapsed dizzily onto the floor, and before her stood a haughty woman in green, ornate robes, scolding her.

"Crying, all you know is how to cry! Did I give birth to you just to have you cry? You can't study well, you can't play the zither, and if you were a son, that would be one thing, but you’re just a concubine’s daughter. You can't compare to the status of the legitimate daughter, and you don't work hard—what exactly can you do?"

As she spoke, the woman reached over to pinch her.

Lan Xiaoyu jolted from the pinch and blurted out, "That hurts! What are you doing?"

As soon as the voice left her lips, she was shocked.

That wasn't her voice at all; it was soft, tender, and carried a crying tone, sounding so childishly cute it could melt anyone’s heart. But at this moment, she wasn't feeling cute—she was scared out of her wits.

She tremblingly stretched out her hands. They were tiny hands, belonging to a child.

"Waa—" Lan Xiaoyu opened her mouth and wailed.

What is going on!!!

And where did Chengzi go?

Today, she had been dragged by the impulsive Fang Qingcheng to go bungee jumping to celebrate passing her English make-up exam. She had been terrified and had no experience; when she jumped down with Chengzi, all she remembered was screaming and a blinding white light.

But now...

Perhaps her shrieks startled the woman, who paused before pointing at her again. "You still dare to scream! Even if you scream louder, your father won't come. If you weren't a daughter, would your father have taken a fifth concubine? Now he runs to her room every day. What sin did I commit to give birth to such a useless..."

As she spoke, the woman began to cry as well.

A maid nearby tried to console her: "Fourth Mistress, let it be. The Seventh Miss is still young..."

Lan Xiaoyu turned her little head and looked left and right. She felt like she was dreaming, so she pinched her arm hard, and the pain made tears well up in her eyes again.

It turned out she wasn't dreaming; she had actually, damn it, transmigrated!

That year, Lan Xiaoyu transmigrated into the body of a four-year-old girl. She grew up with difficulty, struggled to make her way out, and with great difficulty, found Fang Qingcheng.

The two sisters in distress hugged each other in this historically non-existent space-time, choking back tears, speechless.

...

Thirteen years later.

Qingqing Embroidery Workshop.

"Chengzi, hurry up! I must have another identity before dawn, otherwise, if I get dragged back, I'm finished!"

Lan Xiaoyu was smearing things on her face in front of the vanity mirror, her mouth never stopping.

Fang Qingcheng walked out from behind a cloud screen, carrying a set of "Brother Sharp" style modified sackcloth garments.

She was still hesitant. "Xiaoyu, are you really going to run? The Crown Princess! That’s the future Empress, the Empress Dowager in a few decades. Damn! Do you know how many people would kill for this? And you actually landed it."

As she spoke, she placed the clothes on a chair and couldn't help but mutter, "You say we've been transmigrated for over a decade and can't go back. If we could manage to become an Empress, that wouldn't be too bad, right?"

"Then you go be it. Go on, go on."

Lan Xiaoyu pouted and glared at her.

Fang Qingcheng stuck out her tongue and fell silent. Not to mention that she was the daughter of a merchant and had no place in the Crown Prince's selection, even if she did, she wouldn't go.

Lan Xiaoyu boldly stripped off her modified bodice and shouted at Fang Qingcheng, "Hurry, hurry!"

The latter’s mouth twitched. She glanced at the swell of Lan Xiaoyu’s chest and said irritably, "Can you be a bit more subtle? Someone who didn't know better would think you were asking me to do something else."

Fang Qingcheng picked a piece of feather-light white silk from the pile of clothes and wrapped it around Lan Xiaoyu, unable to help but click her tongue. "Tell me, is there no such thing as a flat chest in the Prime Minister's mansion?"

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New story, Lan Xiaoyu's tale. PS: The heroine of this book has no moral integrity. Another PS: Please automatically add quotation marks when reading the title~