Anlingguo, in the thirty-eighth year of Yuan Sheng, on the ninth day of the first lunar month, Li Wang got married.

"This is already the 28th time Li Wang has married. I wonder which girl's family is so unlucky to have their daughter chosen by Li Wang."

Have you heard, the first twenty-seven wives of King Li were all murdered on their wedding night, dying in horrific ways.

"It is said that the bride is Ling Yue, the eldest daughter of the Hou Mansion. She is widely recognized as the number one beauty in the imperial city. It's a pity, it's a pity…"

"Through the ages, red beauties have often met untimely ends. Our very first person is about to meet her demise..."

Ten miles of bustling streets, adorned with crimson silk and lanterns hanging from every shop and tree. The entire imperial city was filled with jubilation.

On both sides of the street, heads thronged, peering curiously at this grand wedding ceremony.

In the sedan chair, Ling Yue was awakened by a commotion.

"Hiss!"

My occipital lobe felt like it had been split open, the pain was unbearable.

In the 23rd century, a renowned medical expert and special agent, was working on an experiment when someone suddenly attacked him from behind. Who would have the guts to attack such a powerful figure?

"Which bastard...oh?"

Ling Yue lowered her head and looked at the bright red, very luxurious wedding dress. She twitched the corner of her mouth. What was going on?

Knocked unconscious and seeing hallucinations?

Lifting the red veil covering her head, she dazedly scanned the surroundings. To her surprise, she found herself in a luxuriously decorated sedan chair, two meters wide.

At that moment of contemplation, Tai Yi, in a flash, was inundated with memories that were not his own.

I have traveled through time.

In the 23rd century, the medical and toxicologist genius, the world's top assassin, was attacked during an experiment and died.

Her soul unexpectedly transmigrated into a historical Anling Dynasty that never existed, and she ended up with the same name and surname as the eldest daughter of Marquis Lingyue's household.

The original owner, about 28 years old.

With a handsome face and enviable figure, he was given the title of "The First Person in the Imperial City."

It was precisely because of this title that she was treated as a tool by her scumbag father.

A marriage certificate, the original owner was bestowed upon the Ninth Prince of Anling Country, also known as Prince Li of the Chu Yuanli.

It is rumored that this Ninth Prince is eccentric, has a violent temper, and is also an ugly and sickly wretch.

He has been struck with a terrible illness, and it is said he will not live past thirty. Now he is twenty-eight, leaving him only two years to live.

To give him a happy marriage, his most doting Empress dowager changed his fate and bore many sons.

Before marrying his original wife, he had been married to twenty-seven wives.

And those who were taken to Liwangfu on their wedding night, all died tragically that very night, leaving no trace of their remains.

Ling Yue secretly let out two snorts.

This Chu Yuanli, one hundred percent is a wife-controlling type.

Then marrying into that family would be a dead end!

No, we can't just sit around and wait.

Before the palanquin arrives at the Prince's Mansion, I must flee this wedding and save my life...

As soon as the hand reached to lift the sedan curtain, the flower palanquin had already settled firmly.

Outside the carriage, a powerful voice rang out: "My Lord, the Princess has arrived."

Ling Yue: "???"

What the heck? We haven't even started running, this...this is here already?

When Ling Yue once again reached out to lift the curtain, it was opened by a white and porcelain-like palm with clearly defined knuckles.

Eyes, a face of peerless beauty.

Oh no, it's half a piece.

Piercing sword brows slant across his temples, dark star-like eyes deep as a cold pool. Beneath a high bridge of the nose, are slightly pale thin lips. Such features assembled together, seem to be crafted by heaven itself, beautiful to the point of breathlessness, beauty that makes gods envious.

In this world, there is such a peerless and breathtakingly handsome man. Ling Yue gazed at this half face, so beautiful that even a celestial emperor couldn't compare, her breath catching in her throat.

This is too cool...

Even though she had seen many men in modern times, upon first glance at him, her heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

Unfortunately, the other half of his face was obscured by a piece of jet-black mask.

"Your Highness, it's time to alight." Chu Yuhan saw Ling Yue had no intention of getting out of the carriage. He furrowed his brows in suspicion before extending a slender palm toward her.

His voice was like an ethereal melody, deep and resonant, with a strange and intoxicating magic. Once you listen to it, you're captivated, and once you're captivated, you're lost to it forever.

Ling Yue swallowed nervously, sizing the man up and down.

He, wearing a crimson wedding robe, had three thousand strands of hair tied up halfway, embedded in a red and gold crown. There were two dragon whiskers still left on his forehead.

He's tall, because sitting on a chair, you can't tell how tall he really is, but looking at his figure, he's not short, estimated to be over six feet.

Given how handsome he is, maybe it's worth considering keeping him around.

"You... you are Chu Yuanli, the man I am to marry?" Feng Lingyue lightly opened her red lips and asked.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Chu Yuanyi hadn't expected Ling Yue to ask so suddenly, causing him to clear his throat involuntarily, which triggered his cough.

On the side, a tall and burly young man drew his sword from his waist, pointing it directly at Ling Yue: "Boldness! You dare to call the King's name directly?"

He was Chu Yuanli's guard, Jingfeng.

"Presumptuous!" Ling Yue glared coldly at Jing Feng, her voice icy yet sharp with authority. "This princess is speaking to the Prince, what business is it of yours? If you have nothing to say, then shut your mouth."

"You," Jīngfēng choked, looking at Chǔ Yuánlí with grievance, "Master, I was only…"

"Wind shock!" Chu Yuanyi looked at Ling Yue with complex eyes. This person seemed different from the rumors, giving him a different kind of feeling.

Then, he gave Jingfeng a sharp look and said, "She is the princess of this kingdom. It's not inappropriate for her to call me by my given name. You may now leave."

"Master..." Jing Feng stubbornly held his fist and bowed his head. He had to stay by the master's side at all times, protecting their safety, and absolutely could not leave for even a step.

"Get down, *cough cough cough*..." Chu Yuanyi was a bit out of breath, one hand clenching into a fist by her side, desperately trying to suppress the discomfort in her chest.

Jing Feng knelt down anxiously, "Master is unwell. Should I call for Si Yun to take a look?"

"I won't say this a third time, get out!" Chu Yuanli's brow furrowed with pain, her gaze fixed on Jing Feng. Her eyes were as calm as before a storm, sending shivers down his spine.

"Yes, Master." Jing Feng reluctantly left, giving Ling Yue a venomous glare before he went.

After the commotion from the whirlwind had subsided, Chu Yuanyi once again addressed Ling Yue, "My empress, it's time to disembark."

Although Ling Yue was looking, the Chu Yuanli before her was different from the rumored bloodthirsty and violent man. He was so gentle that she had to wonder if this man was putting on an act.

Her slender hand, as delicate as a scallion stalk, lightly caressed and twirled his palm before smiling calmly, "Alright."

As Ling Yue descended the palanquin, Chu Yuanyi silently retracted his hand and pushed his chair toward Wutong Garden, the main courtyard of Li Wangfu.

"Chu Yuanli, wait." Chu Yuanli hadn't gone far when Ling Yue suddenly called out to him.