C1 (1/2)

It was the second month of the lunar month, and the spring breeze brought warmth to the world. The Ming Xuan Country was flourishing, and the capital city, Liang Jing, was even more bustling. There was even news circulating on the streets that Lu Jinniang, the direct daughter of General Lu Mo Ting, was going to choose a husband and marry her within this year.

Everyone who heard the news felt that a good thing was about to come to the General's House, and they didn't have any wild thoughts about the General's daughter.

Everyone had a look of schadenfreude on their faces. They were counting up the aristocratic young masters in Liang Jing City who were worthy of Miss Lu's identity, guessing who the unlucky person who wanted to marry Miss Lu was.

As everyone knew, Miss Lu was the undisputed number one ugly woman in Liang Jing City. Even if she was ugly, she was still the Six Arts Classic's Saltless Grass Bag.

As a result, those who stayed at home all year round. Even the servants of the general's household had rarely seen Miss Lu before.

Don't ask them why they hadn't seen Miss Lu before, just because she was ugly and saltless. This had been passed down from the palace.

It was said that His Majesty's current Seventh Prince had cried for three days and three nights after seeing Eldest Miss Lu. He had also never before seen such an ugly person.

Even they said that he was unsightly to the point that the heavens would resent him. Even if they had never seen him, it was enough for them to think about it. It was enough to make a joke out of him.

This smile had broken the threshold of marriage ever since Miss Lu was twelve and had laughed until she was sixteen. Other girls had not even been able to ask her about it after they had reached the age of twenty.

Now that the matter of Young Miss Lu choosing a husband suddenly spread out, no one treated it as a joke. They all felt that it was time for Young Miss Lu to get anxious.

However, in reality, the main character of the street gossip, Lu Jinniang, was in the back room of a clothing shop, holding an account book in one hand and a brush in the other.

Lu JinNian, a transcender, sixteen years old, thirty-eight years old in two lifetimes.

Originally, the most senior commander of the Chinese Marines, who could play the role of a heavy soldier and win countless battles, had thought that he would be loyal to his country for the rest of his life, until he died valiantly.

Who would have thought that despite not being killed in the battlefield, she would be hit by the bomb fragments during a small exercise and die, resulting in the rebirth of Ming Xuan Country's Great General's daughter.

Lu Jinjian spent a whole year adjusting his state of mind. After all, he had gone from a normal adult to a country that he had never experienced before, living a life of a worm that could eat and warm up without even thinking about it.

However, she felt relieved after thinking it through. Since she came here, she might as well take it as if she had retired early in her previous life to enjoy life for the rest of her life.

Unexpectedly, the good news did not last long. Lu JinNian's biological mother, Grand General Chu Yundi had left without saying goodbye when she was just over one year old. Lu Mo Ting did not care about her at all in the military camp.

There was an older brother who was five years older than she was. He was studying at Xu Wei College and went back home once a year.

Of course, Lu JinNian was an orphan in his previous life and was used to having no relatives or family members to care for her. But what was annoying was that there were still two concubines in the general's residence.

Taking her ugly appearance as an example, the Seventh Prince had only started out and was able to spread throughout Liang Jing city. Even the cities further away had heard of her because of the contributions of his concubine and his two concubines.

Lu Jinnian chuckled. He could ignore the mockery and mockery of his concubine and the gossip of the outside world, but he could not bear to be without backing or backing, allowing others to do as they pleased.