Hua Miaomiao’s face instantly turned pale.
Li Xiangmei, seeing her tightly furrowed brows, felt a pang of worry in her heart.
Seeing this, Hua Liangjun couldn’t help but ask anxiously, “Doctor Wu, what’s wrong with Miaomiao? Please take a look at her!”
Doctor Wu had been closely observing her complexion, and only when a bit of color returned to her face did he finally remove the silver needle.
Immediately afterward, Hua Miaomiao coughed up a mouthful of dark red blood, and only then did her complexion finally return to normal.
It was at this moment that she fully realized her situation: she had really transmigrated—and not only that, she had arrived in an unfamiliar country, the Kingdom of Mingyue!
This country was never recorded in any of the history she had studied!
Here, her name was Hua Miaomiao, and fortunately, at least she retained her original name!
As for her appearance, judging by the flood of memories that had suddenly surged into her mind, her current look was a product of disguise.
If she had to describe her appearance at this moment in one word, it would be: “ugly”!
In this world, her adoptive parents had painstakingly ensured she appeared unattractive from a young age, all to avoid her being forced into marrying into the royal family.
Yet, she hadn’t expected that now, despite her notorious ugliness, the Empress had still set her sights on her, insisting she be used to disgust the Third Prince.
Truly, what a venomous woman’s heart, especially considering this woman was the Third Prince’s stepmother.
Her methods were utterly despicable.
Hua Miaomiao couldn’t help but grumble inwardly.
She never imagined that she would be forced to marry so soon after transmigrating!
This reminded her of the previous matchmaking event organized by her team. She had missed it because of a mission—but ironically, it was that very mission that had caused her to transmigrate.
Thinking of this, she looked at the two elders before her—they were, after all, her future adoptive parents.
Li Xiangmei sighed helplessly. “Miaomiao, the imperial decree cannot be disobeyed. But I’ve heard that the Third Prince has been blind for a long time, and he’s timid. Most likely, you won’t suffer much after marrying him. However, the royal court has so many rules. You must restrain your nature and take care of him—he’s a poor child.”
General Hua, fully aware that royal orders couldn’t be defied, looked both frustrated and helpless, his eyes full of concern as he gazed at his precious daughter. “Miaomiao, that Third Prince is probably a coward. Don’t be afraid. If he dares to bully you, fight back—I’ll have your back.”
Hua Miaomiao knew she couldn’t escape this marriage, so she chose not to, in order to protect her family.
Looking resolutely at Li Xiangmei, she said, “It’s fine, Father, Mother. I will marry him.”
Li Xiangmei’s surprised expression didn’t fade; she stared at Hua Miaomiao, who was now sitting on the bed, and asked anxiously, “You really agree? You’re not deceiving me?”
Hua Liangjun’s face mirrored her confusion. His daughter had been trained in martial arts since childhood and had always been strong-willed like a boy. This sudden change genuinely surprised and confused him.
Hua Miaomiao went through the memories of her original self in her mind. Her response just now was indeed unlike what the original would have said. To make her intentions clear, she emphasized again, “Father, Mother, rest assured. I’m just marrying for the sake of the Hua family. After all, all women marry eventually, and it seems marrying the Third Prince isn’t bad. Besides, he can’t beat me!”
She even raised her tiny fists as she spoke.
Li Xiangmei and Hua Liangjun exchanged looks, and once they confirmed there was not a trace of unwillingness on her face, they finally relaxed.
They hadn’t expected that a single near-drowning incident could make this child suddenly so sensible. Sharing a silent understanding, they felt the same realization.
“Alright, then get some rest. The day after tomorrow, you’ll be married. Father and I will prepare your dowry,” Li Xiangmei said, standing and taking Hua Liangjun’s hand as they walked out.
Hua Miaomiao watched them leave, then lay back on the bed, pondering her life. So now I’m the ugliest woman in the capital, and my future husband is a neglected little prince of the royal family?!
Looks like I’ll have to rely on myself from now on. I must protect him. I don’t want to become a widow, and by the laws here, if he dies, I’ll be forced to follow him in death.
No, I must keep this husband safe. Protecting him means protecting myself, and also the Hua family.
With this determination, Hua Miaomiao instantly brightened.
She realized she had never actually seen how ugly she was. Honestly, she was curious.
With that thought, she got out of bed and went to the dressing table.
Looking at her reflection, she was truly shocked.
She had expected herself to be ugly, but not this hideous.
It was also impressive that no one in the Hua household had ever commented on her monstrous appearance—perhaps they had simply gotten used to it over the years.
According to the original memories, her current face was already disguised. So what did she really look like?
Driven by curiosity, she removed the golden needle that sealed the acupuncture points at the back of her neck.
The moment she did, she felt her entire body release, as if unshackled.
Her facial blood circulation improved drastically, and when she lifted her head, she was utterly stunned.
To her surprise, her true face was breathtaking—truly a visage capable of toppling kingdoms.
Hua Miaomiao stared at herself in the mirror: her hair styled elegantly, faintly painted eyebrows, eyes sparkling with spring, skin soft and radiant, cherry lips naturally red, with two strands of hair lightly framing her face. Her eyes gleamed with mischief, her long, simple robes accentuating a slender waist, flawless beauty seemingly untouched by the mundane world—truly incomparable.
No wonder my adoptive parents had me appear ugly from childhood. A face like this in public would be a disaster!
I didn’t expect this disguise technique to be so incredible—no makeup needed, just one needle! Hua Miaomiao marveled.
Thinking further, she decided to hide her true beauty. Such a stunning appearance would surely attract trouble.
So she inserted the golden needle back into its original spot, channeling her internal energy as she remembered from her memories. After a brief moment of discomfort, her face returned to its previously ugly appearance.
She lay back on the bed, thinking about her upcoming marriage. In a way, it felt like a reward for her transmigration—she had even skipped the matchmaking process and gone straight to marriage.
Optimistic, she comforted herself:
“Hopefully the Third Prince is at least handsome. Otherwise, all my efforts for him will have been for nothing!”
She lay there, talking to herself for quite a while.
Meanwhile, in the east wing, Hua Liangjun sighed heavily as he watched his wife. He had planned so carefully, yet someone still had their eyes on his precious daughter—it made him angrier the more he thought about it.
Li Xiangmei felt the same. Their beloved daughter truly was the apple of their eye.