From One Man To Another by Pandie Panda

Note: I don't own any of these characters. Don't bite. And, this is going to mostly be in Zhen Ji's point of view.

And, I just wanna add; that none of you peoples know whom Zhen Ji ends up with but ME! HA HA HA!

Chappy One, The Yuan's

I had a sickening feeling in my stomach. How did it end up like this, going to be married to Yuan Shao's son? Why did father have to be friends with him? That's how, I bet. Father and Yuan Shao agreed to have me married to one of his sons! But which one? I suppose they think that I'd be better off with Yuan Xi. Eww! Why do they think THAT! What an absurd thought! I despise him, all of them.

The only thing I can rely on to be happy is that the Yuan's would treat me like one of them. Honorable. Proud. Glorious. The list does continue, I'm afraid.

The sickening feeling came back. It was one busy week, preparing for the wedding less than eight days away. "Ouch! Not so tight, you pathetic servant!" I yelled at the servants, measuring my waist for my wedding garments. Whilst upon my measurements, my husband-to-be came in. "Ah, measurements for your wedding gown, my love?" "Shut your mouth, you beast! I hope you know I'm forced to marry you and YES, I am getting measured for that!" Yuan Xi shook his head. "Beautiful yet, short tempered. If only you really did love me as I love you." He said, leaving as I glared at him. He's too lovesick to realize he's not the one for me, either me for him.

After measurements it was time for the third meal of the day, luncheon. Sigh, I was forced to be seated next to Yuan Xi and my father, which was distressing. I ate my lunch without saying anything, thinking about how miserable I'm going to be, married to this…. this fool!

"Zhen Ji, is something wrong?" My father asked. "No, nothing's wrong!" I lied with a fake smile. After lunch the professional hairdresser from Chang Shan started fussing over my hair on which is the perfect hairstyle to marry Yuan Xi in. I felt like a pet, if you know what I mean. "Oh, I had the perfect hairstyle in mind, to find that you hair is the worst for it!" cried the hairdresser. "What hairstyle was it?" "To put beautiful sakura clips here, here, and here but your hair is just to soft!" "Um…why can't you just tie my hair up in a ribbon and put a clip in front of it?" "No, no, no. You ALWAYS do that I heard and we want something different, some thing out Standish!" "Ok…" "OH! I just thought of it! We separate your hair and braid both parts. Then what we do is take the left one and coil it into a bun, and let the right on hang down. And on top, sakura!"

After an hour of getting it perfect, she realized she was only here to see what was the perfect hairstyle for me. And another passed of seeing her weep. She really did hate destroying a beautiful hairstyle, even if it was the ugliest one you've seen.

Relieved the day was over, I went to bed, scared and worried about the next week.


So? Is it bad, or good? I really hope you read on, it does get better. Um…right. See Y'all!