A car accident caused Su Hua to transmigrate into a thirteen-year-old foolish girl in Shanghe Village of the Great Yu Dynasty.
Her home was bare, she was clumsy at everything, nothing she pla...
"A gambling scholar and a murderer's daughter, what a perfect match!"
Meng Yun'er snapped out of her daze, her head buzzing. "Gambling devil?? Gambling devil scholar, who are you talking about?"
Mudfish Girl came ashore carrying a bucket of river clams, scoffing, "Don't you know? This Feng Lang beside you owes a huge gambling debt and has already been expelled from Qingshan Academy. If he doesn't pay it back in the next few days, the gambling den will chop off his hand..."
Meng Yun'er felt as if she had been struck by lightning; her vision went black. Feng Zicai had been expelled from Qingshan Academy? And he had become a gambling addict with only the reputation of a scholar, but who was in huge debts?!
But last night she gave her innocence to such a gambling addict?
It's over, it's all over.
On the mountain road in the carriage, Magistrate Qin saw that the riverbank was gradually calming down. He dismounted and walked towards the blue-clad figure, bowing respectfully. "Your humble servant Qin Fang greets the Princess of Le'an. Congratulations, Princess of Le'an."
Hearing the familiar voice, Su Hua paused in her steps as she walked back to the end of the village and quickly tried to help the person up.
Not far behind Magistrate Qin, another figure bathed in moonlight strode in with a servant carrying various gift boxes. "Congratulations, Lady Le'an!"
The young woman was somewhat surprised. It wasn't unexpected that Magistrate Qin had come; even if he hadn't, she would have gone to the county town to find him today. But the fact that Young Master Yan had also come was quite surprising.
One shouldn't hit a smiling face, so Su Hua smiled and composed herself. "Uncle Qin and Young Master Yan, there's no need for such formalities. The sun is strong here, so please come with me back to my humble abode for a drink of water and a rest."
Meng Yun'er looked at Magistrate Qin's back and looked up at the sun high in the sky with some unease. It was already three quarters past noon, and the magistrate had actually come to Shanghe Village. Could Yan Yi still save her father and brother?