CHAPTER : 1

Ji Sang’s vision was filled with red. She struggled to blink her eyes, but everything appeared blurry.

She shook her head forcefully, feeling a heavy weight on top of her. Her hairline was pulled harshly backward, and a buzzing sound echoed in her ears. She felt dizzy and wanted to lie down.

Her moist fingertips randomly groped around, as if searching for something to hold onto, tightly gripping to prevent herself from falling. Her head hurt so much, as if it had been run over by a wheel.

Before she could make sense of what was happening, she heard a low, magnetic voice from above her head.

“Since you have entered the Wen family, you must adhere to the virtues of a wife. I need to strive and study to achieve success… This… The relationship between husband and wife will only affect my studies.” Wen Jian, facing the new bride forced upon him by his parents, felt no ripples in his heart. The dim red candle light reflected off his expressionless handsome face, adding a touch of coldness. He pursed his thin lips, as if afraid she wouldn’t understand, and impatiently explained, “In short, I will not touch you, so don’t stir up any trouble for me.”

Ji Sang strained to listen to the man’s inexplicable words.

At this moment, all she wanted was a good night’s sleep. She would figure out what had happened when she woke up. When she heard him say, “I will not touch you,” her heart suddenly relaxed.

But as soon as she relaxed, the dizziness became more apparent.

She stroked her forehead and reluctantly replied, “Alright.”

When the words left her mouth, even she was momentarily stunned.

This voice…

Like a melodious oriole, gentle and moving, as if soaked in water.

It wasn’t her voice.

Before she could think further, her head tilted slightly, and she fell into darkness, lying on the bed covered with a bright red quilt.

Wen Jian’s breath sank sharply as he observed the scene. His handsome brows furrowed deeply, as if he could crush a fly, and an inexplicable annoyance surged within his chest. The person on the bed, lying on her back, had the corner of the red quilt lifted, revealing plump red lips with a faint sheen, appearing particularly soft.

The lips were slightly parted, emitting soft murmurs and sighs.

Wen Jian furrowed his brows, his eyes pitch black, lost in his own thoughts. His Adam’s apple unconsciously bobbed up and down as he swallowed, then he flicked his sleeve and went to sleep on the nearby couch…

A desk was placed at the edge of the room, and behind it was a bookshelf recently bought by his father from the market, neatly stacked with bamboo slips. In the past, all he needed to do was grab a bundle, recite and memorize, and he could fall asleep.

Today, whether it was because there was an extra person in the room or not, he felt irritable and couldn’t focus on a single word…

Wen Jian simply threw the bamboo slips from his hand, swept his gaze over the unfinished chessboard, and held a black chess piece, dominating the game.

This wedding night could be described as peculiar—

A unique experience.

…

Ji Sang felt something covering her head, as if a large hand was strangling her neck, making it difficult to breathe. She abruptly woke up from her dream and touched her face, immediately removing the object and tossing it aside.

Her dark eyes scanned the surroundings, only to find a red quilt.

Ji Sang gasped heavily, and a moment of clarity flashed through her just-awakened eyes. She lowered her head and glanced at her attire, freezing in place. She took another look at the environment, and four words suddenly popped into her mind.

Ancient and elegant, exuding a strong scholarly atmosphere.

Where was this place?

She clearly remembered that the college entrance exam had just ended, and she had made plans to go mountain climbing with her classmates early tomorrow morning.

What was happening?

Just then, the door opened.

Following the sound, Ji Sang looked and saw a man striding into the room.

This man is truly handsome, with a tall and graceful figure. His wide sleeves gently fluttered with his every step, and his long hair cascaded down his shoulders like a waterfall. Every inch of his face seemed to be the most perfect creation from the heavens, as if favored by all. No matter who held a brush, they would be unable to capture even half of his extraordinary beauty.

Ji Sang couldn’t help but stare, feeling somewhat dazed.

She wasn’t a star-chaser, but she knew that a man like him would undoubtedly shine brightly in the entertainment industry.

“You’re awake?”

His voice was clear and cool, and his indifferent gaze wandered over her.

“Once you’re awake, quickly freshen up. We… need to pay our respects to our elders.”

Pay respects to elders?

Ji Sang was completely puzzled. “Who are you?”

Wen Jian fixed his dark gaze on her for a long time. Her pair of clear and innocent eyes, shining like glazed glass under the morning sun, unconsciously made his Adam’s apple move. The dryness from last night seemed to return.

Ji Sang felt a tingling sensation on her scalp from being stared at, while a clear smile emerged in Wen Jian’s chest.

“Ji Sang, you drugged me without hesitation, wanting to have intimate relations with me, and now you’ve been forcibly brought into my room according to my parents’ wishes.”

“And now… you’re asking who I am?”

“What kind of act is this again?”

…

CHAPTER : 2

Ji Sang was completely puzzled by this barrage of three consecutive questions.

Is this a script?

Are they filming a movie?

Then where’s the camera?

Ji Sang instinctively scanned her surroundings but couldn’t find any camera positions. So it wasn’t a movie shoot! What could this possibly mean? Did she follow a trend and… time travel?

Did she travel and end up in the body of this girl also named Ji Sang?!

When Ji Sang’s thoughts wandered, she would instinctively bite her fingernails. When her gaze once again met the man in front of her, she saw that his already icy cold expression had become even more gloomy, like a bucket of ice-cold water poured down on a December day, sending shivers down her spine.

Ji Sang couldn’t bring herself to utter a single word that had been stuck in her throat.

The man shook his wide sleeves, giving off an appearance that he didn’t want to bother with her. He exited the room first.

Ji Sang: “…”

After standing there dumbfounded for a while, she followed after him, silently deciding to observe the situation for now.

——

Ji Sang hurriedly followed behind the man, realizing only now that he was incredibly tall and had unusually long legs. When he took a step, she had to almost jog to keep up with him.

She had no idea who dressed her in the dress she was wearing. The skirt was big and long, ill-fitting and cumbersome. She kept accidentally stepping on it. She was already being cautious, but it seemed that the ground had been wet from yesterday’s rain. Her foot slipped, and she lunged forward…

She exclaimed, “Ah…”

By the time she reacted, she tightly held onto the man’s lower abdomen for support, her body suspended in mid-air above the damp ground. If it weren’t for the man in front of her, she feared she would have had direct intimate contact with the ground.

But in this tilted position, it wasn’t easy for her to quickly stand up.

“Let go!” Wen Jian’s voice was deep and his entire back instantly tensed up.

“I… I didn’t mean to. It’s because the skirt is too long.” Ji Sang explained, her words rushed as she anxiously grabbed onto him to stabilize herself. She wasn’t sure where she grabbed him, but she felt his aura instantly turn colder.

Ji Sang quickly regained her footing.

Wen Jian seemed to take a deep breath, not even glancing at her, and swiftly entered the main room. His hands, which were originally behind him, were now held formally in front of him. A hint of unusual redness appeared on his cold and pale cheek, whether from annoyance or embarrassment, it was unclear.

Ji Sang followed Wen Jian and respectfully served tea to her parents-in-law, listening to their instructions. It was at this moment that she finally remembered.

She!

She had transmigrated!

She had transmigrated into a novel she had read just a couple of days ago.

In the book, the Ji family and the Wen family are neighbors. Ji Sang’s birth mother passed away, and her father remarried and had another daughter, Ji Chunhua. Wen Jian, the only son of the Wen family, was tall and handsome, known throughout the village for his good looks and extensive knowledge. All the eligible girls in the village rushed to propose marriage to the Wen family.

Ji Sang’s stepmother had long been optimistic about her own daughter, and secretly made a deal with Wen Jian’s mother. As long as Ji Chunhua married into the Wen family, she was willing to provide a generous dowry. Despite Wen Jian’s good looks, his family had depleted their wealth to support his education. With the upcoming examination in four years, Wen’s parents agreed to the marriage, but Wen Jian unexpectedly refused.

He would rather go hunting in the mountains than follow the traditional path of marrying.

However, the Wen family had already secretly taken money from the Ji family. What could be done about this? It was Ji Chunhua who came up with the idea that once the rice was cooked, it would be impossible for Wen Jian to refuse.

The elders of the Wen and Ji families conspired together, and Wen Jian was indeed drugged. Ji Chunhua happily waited to be called into the Wen family, but Ji Sang entered Wen Jian’s room ahead of her.

Ji Sang resented her stepmother and father’s favoritism, so she devised this plan. She only wanted to change her own destiny! Ji Chunhua’s mother was planning to marry her off to the Niu family in the village, and the bride price that should have belonged to her would become the dowry sent to the Wen family!

She refused to marry into that family under any circumstances.

That day, although Ji Sang shared a room with Wen Jian, he did not touch her. Wen Jian punished her by making her carry cold water all night and she soaked in the cold water barrel all night…

Ji Sang decided to read this book solely because the protagonist shared the same name as her. After reading the first few chapters, she cursed at the foolishness of the book’s Ji Sang, wondering why she would carry cold water all night? Get into bed! Sleep with the male lead! Did she forget her purpose of entering the male lead’s room? !

Could it be that because she retorted, she ended up marrying the male lead when she transmigrated?!

Damn it!

What kind of world is this?!

Ji Sang only read the beginning, and the rest was completely blacked out.

Looking at the Wen family, they were so poor that even the newly arranged house looked old and dilapidated. There was a bed against the wall, and her dressing table was placed next to it. It was called a dressing table, but it was really just a low table to put things on…

On the opposite side of the bed was a desk with bamboo slips. Faced with such a mess, how would she survive in the days to come?

…

“You’ve sighed for the tenth time today.”

Wen Jian, sitting at the desk, held a pen in his hand and quickly copied something, without raising his head, he reminded her.

Ji Sang sat in front of the dressing table, her small hand propping up her chin, lost in thought. Startled by the voice that suddenly came from beside her, she looked at Wen Jian and said, “Oh, could you step out for a moment? I need to change clothes.”

Wen Jian’s eyes casually glanced at her, still wearing the same red wedding gown from last night. His lips slightly parted, “We are newlyweds. If I stand outside alone, it will only worry our parents.”

“You can rest assured.”

“Even if you strip naked in front of me, I won’t react.”

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CHAPTER : 2

Ji Sang felt inexplicably annoyed by his words.

But she didn’t want to argue with him about such matters!

When it came down to it, it was the woman who was at a disadvantage.

Whether he reacted or not had nothing to do with her. She didn’t want to strip naked in front of a stranger! So, she quickly rummaged through the clothes she had brought in her trunk.

The book didn’t mention which dynasty this was, but Ji Sang secretly observed the attire of Wen Jian’s parents and the surrounding buildings. It felt somewhat like the Wei and Jin periods with low productivity, but not entirely. For example, in the Wei and Jin periods, weddings were mainly conducted in white wedding attire, while here it seemed to be dominated by bright red wedding gowns…

Ji Sang’s mind raced, contemplating the current situation. Her hands skillfully found a piece of silk at the bottom of the trunk. However, the craftsmanship of the silk seemed particularly rough, and it appeared translucent when held up to the light.

Oh well, as long as it can provide some cover.

Ji Sang wasn’t asking for much. She deftly spread out the silk and glanced at the bed. Tying one end with a rope and the other end with another, it conveniently blocked the view from the outside.

Satisfied with her arrangement, Ji Sang took the replacement clothing and crawled into the bed.

Since Ji Sang started rummaging through the trunk, Wen Jian couldn’t concentrate anymore. He had no idea what Ji Sang was planning. He intermittently copied the text, and when he raised his cheek again, he saw a graceful figure imprinted on the silk, illuminated by the sunlight from the window.

Her figure seemed excellent, with a slender waist and curvaceous hips. Underneath the untied bodice, her breasts were plump and perky.

Wen Jian’s breath suddenly became unsteady. He was about to lower his head to focus on his writing when he saw the woman on the silk, her hands grasping her own breasts, squeezing and kneading them…

Followed by a faint, soft laughter.

The sound was very low.

But Wen Jian heard it.

Wen Jian thought that she had caught him peeking at her and suddenly, as if guilty of a wrongdoing, he nervously lowered his head. His cheeks instantly flushed, but the next moment, his face involuntarily lifted again…

His Adam’s apple moved up and down unconsciously, feeling incredibly dry.

When he glanced down, he saw that his lower body was erect and rigid, extremely hard.

He felt extremely frustrated and set the brush aside, picking up a bamboo slip to shield his vision. His thin lips moved quickly as he silently recited the “Rites” over and over again.

Ji Sang paid no attention to Wen Jian at all.

She was simply amazed by her own figure after stripping off her clothes. Her breasts were perky and her rosy nipples trembled in the air, like blooming plum blossoms after the snow. She couldn’t help but touch them lightly, secretly admiring herself.

Mmm, so soft…

Ji Sang gently giggled as she kneaded herself, then satisfactorily replaced the bodice and changed out of the wedding gown. She put on a well-fitting everyday attire before getting out of bed. She tied her ink-black hair into the simplest ponytail and washed her face with a basin of water.

Ji Sang hadn’t eaten anything since she woke up, so she accepted the situation and stood up to leave the room after finishing her preparations.

After taking two steps, she paused and called out to Wen Jian, who was earnestly reading, “Wen Jian, I’m going to the kitchen to cook. What… do you want to eat?”

Wen Jian finally suppressed the wicked fire that surged in his lower abdomen. Irritation crept into his eyebrows, and he tossed the bamboo slip onto the table. When his profound gaze met Ji Sang’s small face, he froze.

Ji Sang’s face was devoid of exaggerated makeup, with crystal-clear and translucent skin. It wasn’t particularly stunning, but it was a face that was pleasant to look at. When she asked him a question, she didn’t show much expression, but her eyes were captivating and charming, as if they could speak.

It was as if the Ji Sang he had been familiar with before had transformed into a different person.

Seeing that he was just staring at her without responding, Ji Sang furrowed her delicate eyebrows and asked again, “Wen Jian?”

Her voice was soft, brushing against his eardrums.

Then…

Wen Jian suddenly felt his nose burning, and immediately after, he heard Ji Sang exclaim, “Ah, Wen Jian… Are you okay? Why are you having a nosebleed?!”

Wen Jian: “…”

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