Has The Princess Consort Come Out Today? - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Ji Tian has transmigrated.

Ji Tian is getting married.

These were truly two terrifying bolts of lightning falling from a clear blue sky.

Before dawn, after having tossed and turned last night with barely two hours of sleep, Ji Tian, who was still deeply immersed in her dreams, was gently pushed awake: “Baby, Mother’s baby, it’s time to get up.”

“Ugh—” Ji Tian rolled over irritably, waving her left hand to the side, “Mm-ugh—”

“Baby, get up quickly, don’t miss the auspicious hour,” a woman’s gentle voice whispered in her ear.

Ji Tian didn’t hear it. She wrapped herself into a ball and continued to sleep.

The woman sighed softly, called over a maid, and used a damp, warm cloth to wipe Ji Tian’s face.

Ji Tian sat up in a daze. The sensation on her face made her think her pet dog, Lucky, was licking her. She opened her eyes, only to see a gentle woman dressed in ancient clothing and a maid standing behind her, along with a room full of blindingly red decorations.

“Baby, it’s time to freshen up and dress,” the gentle woman—her current mother, Lady Lin—held her hand and whispered instructions. “From today onward, Mother’s baby will be a new bride. You must be dignified.”

Ji Tian sighed helplessly and said resignedly, “Fine, I understand.”

She still hasn’t transmigrated back today either 🙂

With the corners of her mouth stiff, Ji Tian treated herself as a thoughtless, soulless ball-jointed doll, allowing a crowd of maids to wash her face, dress her, and do her hair and makeup without a hint of a bride’s joy. Lady Lin’s brow carried a trace of sorrow as she held Ji Tian’s hand, comforting her and telling her not to be shy, saying that Prince Jing was as handsome as Pan An, showed great tenderness toward women, and had many achievements to his name—making him a perfect match.

The maids nearby chimed in from time to time.

It was true; probably every woman in the capital was envious of her. As the daughter of a minor fifth-rank Assistant Censor—unknown and with undistinguished talents—she was actually marrying Prince Jing as his primary consort. Even the illegitimate daughter of Minister Liu was only becoming his side consort. Furthermore, based on appearance alone, Prince Jing ranked in the top three of the capital’s Most Eligible Bachelors that women most wanted to marry.

Of course, Ji Tian deduced this from the maids’ chatter. If she were to wail that she didn’t want to marry, she’d probably be pelted with a carriage full of eggs and rotten vegetables by every woman in the city.

Sigh, but Ji Tian was still melancholy.

Transmigrating to marry a prince followed the typical plot of old-school novels—either a sweet-pet story where a charming princess uses her cheat codes, or a cold palace concubine counterattack where a small woman shakes the hearts of many handsome men. In short, it was bound to be an extraordinary plot that would lead to a happy ending. Technically, Ji Tian wasn’t losing out; her future looked bright.

But! The plot was fine—the protagonist was the problem!

This romance-genre script was very good and sweet, but the problem was that Ji Tian belonged to the girls’ love genre!

As a woman whose sexual orientation was so thoroughly bent that she could never be straight again in this lifetime, wandering into a romance script was a catastrophe.

How can a lesbian like me satisfy a romance plot like yours!

Ji Tian let out a ‘Ziwei-style’ scream in her heart, yet her face remained expressionless.

The Matchmaker’s face was wrinkled with smiles like a chrysanthemum: “Young Miss, I am going to thread your face now.” She pressed down on Ji Tian’s face.

Ji Tian lifted her head without emotion.

The next moment.

“Ah—gentle, gentle, gentler!” Why does this hurt so much! She bet her face must be red! Her stoic mask was instantly shattered.

“Oh, Young Miss, just bear with it. Every woman goes through this once in her life,” the Matchmaker comforted her with a smile, though the strength in her hands didn’t diminish at all.

Ji Tian: 🙂

She cursed the Heavens again in her heart.

The first twenty-two years of Ji Tian’s life had been smooth sailing. Her family was wealthy, her parents were loving, she was well-educated, and she had an obedient younger brother. Ji Tian grew up carefree. Even when she came out, she faced no opposition from her parents. They accepted it easily, stating they only wished for her happiness. Having just graduated from college, Ji Tian had smoothly found an excellent job. Life couldn’t have been more pleasant. On the day she transmigrated, her brother mentioned introducing her to a senior who was reportedly a top-tier choice in the lesbian circle. Ji Tian had finished her face mask with great anticipation, done her yoga, and lay in her cloud-like bed waiting for the next day. Who would have thought that when she opened her eyes—

She had arrived in this other world.

And as soon as she woke up, she heard the nightmare news that her marriage had been granted by decree.

Crying like a tiger.

Fine, she transmigrated, but it was into a fictional history, depriving her of the cheat code of knowing the future. Fortunately, this era was culturally somewhat like the Tang Dynasty. Although women’s status wasn’t high, it wasn’t so low that they couldn’t leave the house or were considered unchaste if someone saw their face. But this was still ancient times, and Ji Tian couldn’t accept it.

In everyone’s eyes, this was a great marriage. Even the mother of this body felt her daughter had found a good home. Not only was Prince Jing’s status esteemed, but his peerless handsomeness and mastery of both scholarly and martial arts were qualities that young girls would admire. Although he already had side consorts and countless concubines and maids in his inner courtyard, that was just how things were.

“Which young man doesn’t have a few women? This is all normal. Since you are the primary consort, as long as you give birth to a son early, no one can surpass you,” Lady Lin had said last night while guiding her through some indescribable textbooks, her eyes filled with gratified light.

Ji Tian: …

Gag.

Having lived in a modern environment since childhood, she really couldn’t accept this.

The problem was that she couldn’t show it. In this era, the Imperial family was above all else. Any sign of disrespect could get the whole family executed.

Thinking of this, Ji Tian felt even more: Gag.

However, she had tried various ways and couldn’t go back. She could either hang herself and die—which would involve her entire family—or endure and wait for an opportunity. Little Ji Tian chose the latter.

Of course, if she actually had to go to bed with a man, she’d rather die. So Ji Tian was already prepared. Right now, she acted like an ordinary bride, letting the makeup artists poke and prod her. Looking at the two large blobs of rouge on her face in the mirror, Ji Tian grinned and praised: “It’s painted so well.”

The redder the better. I don’t believe any man could bring himself to kiss a face that looks like a monkey’s butt. She smiled sinisterly.

“Oh, Young Miss is naturally beautiful. You look good no matter how you’re painted. Today, Young Miss is the most beautiful person of all,” the Matchmaker praised her tactfully, seeing that Ji Tian didn’t have a hint of a bride’s shyness.

Ji Tian accepted the praise wholeheartedly.

Transmigrating was one thing, but if she had become uglier than in her previous life, she might have just gone to reincarnate immediately. Fortunately, this face was exactly the same as her face from her past life. After all, Ji Tian had been beautiful since she was little—from the Kindergarten Flower to the Department Flower in university, she was undefeated. Besides loving food and acting spoiled, Ji Tian’s greatest passion was beauty. She spent a lot of time fussing over her face. She had a very pure look with long flowing hair—the kind of first love face and white moonlight that lives in every boy’s teenage memories. She had never lacked male pursuers since childhood. However, since she gained gender awareness, she had hated being touched by boys. Later, she clarified her sexual orientation, so her path was littered with the broken hearts of pursuers.

Actually, she was able to confirm her orientation because of one particular pursuer.

The pursuer was the school bully. When Ji Tian had just started her first year of high school, he told everyone she was his girlfriend and dealt with many people who wanted to pursue her. Ji Tian didn’t know about this at first. The issue was that one day after school, he blocked her at the restroom entrance and forced her to be his girlfriend. Ji Tian was nearly fainted by the smell of sweat on him. She was a neat freak. The smell of body odor mixed with sweat made her want to vomit. Naturally, she rejected him with a stiff face, and the bully then said something that made her vomit on the spot.

“As expected, you’re just a fickle, shameless bitch. Wait and see, I’ll let the whole school know you’re second-hand goods I’ve already used. Let’s see who you try to seduce then,” the bully said sharply and hatefully, forming a sharp contrast to his previous oily, deep-seated confession.

Ji Tian, who had grown up seeing men as gentle as her father or as fresh as her brother: ???

Gag.

Is your face as big as =————=? The Qing Dynasty has been dead for hundreds of years.

Ji Tian, who was already nauseated by the smell and then heard those words, couldn’t hold it in. She crouched down and vomited.

The bully tried to force himself on her then, but fortunately, her best friend came looking for her, allowing her to escape. Since then, the word “confession” made her sick, and she became very sensitive to such talk from boys.

As she grew up, Ji Tian learned that the world wasn’t just made of men as refreshing as her father and brother. There was another type of man who subconsciously felt women were their subordinates, who would boast and compare their women, and who would turn around and slander a girl the moment they couldn’t have her—believing she was materialistic or vain for not choosing him, or that a girl would depreciate if she had ever had a boyfriend. Ji Tian had even encountered a teacher with a child her age who hinted he could provide her with many conveniences.

Ji Tian: Gag, gag, gag.

Because of her looks, she had encountered many such upsetting incidents since childhood, which only made her more steadfast in her sexual orientation. Although there are terrible people regardless of gender—and her father and brother were excellent men—Ji Tian remained firm, choosing to embrace fragrant, soft, and beautiful sisters.

Unfortunately, before she could see what the top-tier choice her brother mentioned looked like, she transmigrated.

Sigh, life.

“Don’t shake your head, Young Miss. It’s time to head out. Come, put on the bridal veil.” A red veil covered the thoughts in her eyes.

No top-tier choice, only a dog of a man with three wives and four concubines.

Sigh, what can I do? I’m also very desperate. Why did fate lay its hands on a cute, pitiful little kitty like me?

However, Ji Tian’s life motto was: When you can play it safe, play it safe.

She calmly listened to Lady Lin’s crying and slowly walked out guided by the Matchmaker. The outside was already very lively. Amidst the clamor, Ji Tian’s heart was actually very peaceful. She leaned on the back of this body’s younger brother and was carried out of the house. When he stopped, a pair of black boots entered Ji Tian’s field of vision.

It should be her future Prince husband.

Ji Tian’s eyes blinked repeatedly under the red veil as her mind began to wander.

Regardless of what kind of broken script this was, she wasn’t afraid.

Hmph. Bring it on.