The Imperial Physician is Arriving: Scoundrel King, Get Out of the Way!

Qing Xiao Huo Huo

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Chapter 1: The Case That Triggered the Transmigration

Xiaoyu, you have transmigrated.

The dilapidated wooden furniture, paper-thin gauze windows, and maids in ancient costumes all confirmed that this was no movie set or joke. I had truly crossed over into another time.

I blanked out for a whole day, and then I learned about my role—a princess. Needless to say, I was stunned again for a long time.

The house was very simply furnished, with overgrown weeds outside, desolate and forlorn. There's another understanding here: this princess wasn't favored, not only unfavored, but the King seemed to utterly dislike her, directly banished to a cold palace.

This location was the back garden of the Duke's mansion, where most of the servants and laborers resided. Above the dilapidated entrance hung a plaque reading "Bamboo Pavilion," yet not a single bamboo stalk could be seen outside. Every time Xiaoyu saw that swaying plaque, she felt as though it were about to fall right onto her head.

"Still 'Bamboo House'? Xiaoyu secretly scoffed, the words were limited, she could only describe it as a dilapidated grass hut."

In the mirror, a girl of fifteen or sixteen stared back. She had large, captivating eyes that could be pierced by a gentle touch.

Take another look at your hands, they are white and delicate. Although the place you live in is not ideal, you have never been enslaved. This means that this princess is still well-cared for.

The title of the Princess shouldn't be false, there are also three or five attendants serving her, the most trusted is this Cai Mei maidservant.

The moment I opened my eyes, I cried the hardest, even feeling like I was about to die?

I only found out later that besides hitting my head, I didn't have any other injuries.

As for the origin of the injuries on their own heads, several girls hesitated and evaded the question. Their carefulness spoke volumes; the truth was only one, bigger than even the princess—her husband, Chu Xiao Yan, had something to do with it.

I don't want to know everything. All I have in my mind is the thought of running.

In books, descriptions of time travel usually involve opening restaurants or chain stores, making a fortune, and handsome men lining up. Who cares about princes! They want freedom and to be carefree.

I've been lying here for three days straight, and even my sheets have started to mold. I need to check the terrain before running away, so I tried to get out of this overgrown yard, but
before I could, Cai Mei stopped me.

"My Lady, you cannot go out," Cai Mei seemed on the verge of tears, said anxiously.

He glanced at her in confusion. Xiaoyu was puzzled, "Why?" His voice these days was a little hoarse, but not unpleasant to hear.

"You, you...you can't go out." He was at a loss for words, indicating that someone was keeping him there.

"My wounds have healed, so I can't go out because of the Prince, right?" Xiaoyu hasn't been speaking clearly these days, but that doesn't mean she doesn't understand what's going on.

Cai Mei seemed to be very surprised and reacted uncertainly, asking, "Miss, do you know who you are?"

As for her own young lady, Cai Mei knew that she wouldn't make a big fuss or cause a scene. It wasn't in Xiao Yu's nature to not turn things upside down. Now, seeing her so calm was completely unexpected.

"I am the princess!" Xiaoyu lightly opened her red lips and then tilted her head in confusion, "Isn't that so?"

"Yes, of course." Caimei pulled her young mistress, but a pang of sadness hit her heart. Her mistress had finally become the princess she'd always dreamed of, marrying into such a prestigious family. Yet, who in the entire palace truly treated her as their real princess?

"Your injury has improved a lot, but you still need to recuperate for a few days. During these days, I will go and ask the King for you, and get him to look into it. Maybe you can return to Lan Pavilion." Cai Mei supported her, with a flash in her eyes, she whispered softly.