"Bring me that dead girl, quickly!"

The Zui Chun Lou in Beijing had lost its former charm. The grand hall, usually ablaze with light and bustling with people, was now deserted.

The old madam screeched in a shrill voice, her plump figure clad in red. Her already heavy face looked even more awkward with the excessive makeup, and a large red flower adorned her updo, making her appearance as gaudy as possible.

And the public servants searching for people around were also dressed in festive attire, with red silk sashes tied around their waists and ropes in hand, rushing out of the door.

"What's going on?" In the main hall of Zui Chun Lou, guests who hadn't left yet saw this festive scene and whispered to each other.

"The bride ran away."

"Which bride?"

"Who else could it be, but the Peony Girl who Drunken Spring Pavilion bought not long ago. She was claimed by Mr. Chen, a local official, on the day of her unveiling for 3,000 taels of silver to be his concubine. Today is her wedding day, but someone just went to check on the bridal chamber and found she was gone."

“Such a thing actually happened! That girl, Fu Rong, is truly foolish. Three thousand taels of silver is enough to cover an ordinary family’s expenses for ten years. Marrying him would allow her to wear gold and silver, wouldn't that be better than being a courtesan in a brothel? What's more, a weakling like him can't go anywhere. I bet he'll be caught back soon enough.”

"Yes, yes..." The guests all agreed in unison.

As expected, after a while, those public servants who had run out came back, dragging with them a young woman dressed in a bright red wedding gown and veiled.

"Let me go! You dare to rob the civilians..." The captured person was still struggling desperately.

The old madam sneered and walked forward, cursing as she went while reaching out to lift the girl's red head covering: "You think you can escape from my Drunk Spring Pavilion? I'm telling you, there is no..."

As she was speaking, she suddenly stopped. Her painted face became even paler, and her cracked lips parted wide: "Who are you? Where's Rong?"

The entire Zui Chun Lou erupted in astonishment. They all rushed over to take a look, and the woman who had her veil lifted had a strange face. Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

Where did the Hibiscus Girl go?

Of course, Lady Ru'an Mozhu of Hibiscus Flower was in the palanquin, but... it was a different palanquin.

Ruǎn Mòzhú lifted the curtain of the bridal sedan by a sliver, only to be slapped back by the bridesmaid guarding outside the palanquin. She was instantly left with tears in her eyes but unable to cry out.

Is there anyone in the world who is as unlucky as this transmigrator? Ruan Mozhu whimpered sadly inside the palanquin, reminiscing about her miserable experiences over the past few days.

I was sleeping soundly at home, but when I woke up, I had traveled from the modern era of our great nation to an ancient time where I was sold into a brothel by my own family. I'm now a pitiful little cabbage in this predicament.

What is making bok choy?

Little cabbage, being unloved by both parents, was sold to a brothel. Not only that, she was forced to marry an old man in his seventies or eighties as his eighteenth concubine. She refused and was beaten to death.

Then, Ruan Mozhu inexplicably transmigrated and was stuffed into this shell.

After inheriting the original owner's memories, Ruan Mozhu wished she could go find a block of tofu and bump her head to death. But as a modern individual, how could she simply seek death like ancient people?