“Yaoyao, once you’re married, be obedient and respectful to your mother-in-law. Take good care of your husband, keep harmony with relatives and friends, and live happily with him—do you understand?”
“Remember: you’re Hua Qianqian now. No more calling yourself Yaoyao—got it?”
“The bride bids farewell to her parents! Lift the sedan!”
So noisy—who’s talking? Who’s Yaoyao? Who’s Hua Qianqian? Unfamiliar memories flashed through her mind. On the bright red wedding quilt embroidered with harmonious phoenixes and dragons, the woman in red bridal attire frowned slightly.
As more unfamiliar memories flooded in, she finally let out a soft moan and woke. Her newly cleared eyes were filled with confusion.
Crimson brocade curtains, bright red wedding quilt, red dates, peanuts, longans, and lotus seeds scattered beneath the bedding—Ling Yue was momentarily at a loss. She’d only napped at home; how had she inexplicably ended up in someone else’s bridal chamber?
Those memories ignored her discomfort, surging like waves. Only after absorbing most did Ling Yue confirm she’d transmigrated—and gained a basic grasp of her situation.
This body’s owner was Hua Yaoyao. Her father, Hua Wenye—the Great Yu Dynasty’s royal merchant—had many children. Hua Yaoyao was just an ordinary concubine’s daughter, second in line, raised under the legal wife’s care. Hua Qianqian was that wife’s eldest legitimate daughter.
At first, they were like any noble family’s direct and concubine daughters: one proud and willful, the other used to swallowing her anger. They’d marry separately with little overlap.
But the proud eldest was too headstrong. Betrothed since childhood to Li Hao, Hanlin Academy scholar, she tossed the match. The day before the wedding, she left a letter about pursuing her own happiness and ran away!
The Hua family sent pursuers, but overnight they couldn’t even find her—let alone drag her back! Wedding looming, Hua Wenye had no choice but a substitution ploy: this similar-aged concubine’s daughter would impersonate her and marry into the Li family. Li Hao had never met Hua Qianqian anyway!
Sadly, this shu daughter was out of luck. She’d fooled everyone and reached the bridal chamber, luxury life within reach—only to choke to death on pastries!
Ling Yue was utterly speechless at landing in such a dim-witted body. But right now, she had to roll with it. The body was Hua Yaoyao’s; eloping was impossible—the Huas wouldn’t tolerate two runaway brides!
Even if she escaped, she’d face Li and Hua pursuit. With this fool’s world knowledge, she’d be caught before the city gates. Same end either way—why bother?
Most crucially, Ling Yue saw no reason to flee. The body’s Li family memories showed their eldest son young and promising, no concubines. She’d be his sole favorite upon marriage. The Li clan—a prestigious house—offered lavish conditions.
Transmigrating into instant wealthy wife? Only a fool would refuse! Anticipating rich-family days, Ling Yue took over Hua Yaoyao’s body. Done was done; per high-class farming novel tropes, she’d just be a proper Young Madam Li!
So when Si Yiyuan entered, he saw a red-clad figure sitting straight-backed on the bed, red veil in place, quietly awaiting her groom—without a hint of nerves or anxiety.
Distinct interest flashed in the man’s eyes. This Hua shu daughter wasn’t the useless one Li Hao described. Pity—a fake remained fake. No calm pretense mattered.
Tonight’s groom—the real Young Master Li Hao—had fled thousands of miles to chase his wife. He was just filling in temporarily, steadying the Huas till Li Hao’s return. Who knew how they’d unravel then!
With wistful sigh, he casually lifted her veil—and froze meeting her eyes: clear with four parts expectation, four parts curiosity, one part shyness, one part joy.
Her bridal shyness and husband-longing shone there. No man could dim it. Si Yiyuan instantly scrapped the aphrodisiac plan. He wanted those eyes alight forever—for him alone, their clear lake reflecting only him!
Hua Yaoyao, unaware of his shift, took the wedding-robed man as her groom Li Hao. Set on stable life together, she treated him as husband. New to each other? Feelings grew with time!
That open mindset brought a slight smile. Softly: “Husband, some tea to sober up?” Beauty-captivated, Si Yiyuan lost entry-door clarity. That gentle “husband” had him floating!
One look into Hua Yaoyao’s eyes sobered him. Steadying, he regained composure and chuckled lightly. “Such a thoughtful wife—how could I not obey?”
When the man smiled at her like that, Hua Yaoyao couldn’t help but blush. She’d only been married once across her two lifetimes, and this was the first time she’d called him “husband”—the first time he’d called her “wife.” It felt so natural already!
She coughed lightly and quickly stood up, using the pretense of pouring tea to avoid the man’s somewhat teasing gaze. Her face slightly flushed, she handed the teacup to him, but her eyes stayed fixed on his chest—she dared not look up.
Si Yiyuan couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. Where had her courage to call him “husband” gone? But her behavior only made him more amused: “My wife, are you so interested in my clothes? Why don’t I take them off and let you have a good look?”
Hua Yaoyao’s face flushed crimson, leaving her speechless, while a million mushroom clouds surged within her! Good heavens! She was newly married! She was supposed to consummate her marriage that night! As a complete novice to sex with only theoretical knowledge, she’d never even seen a man’s naked body before! Was she really going to face such an exciting beginner’s task right after transmigrating?!
Seeing her shy expression, the man couldn’t help but become even more wicked. He pretended not to notice, helped her sit on the edge of the bed, took out the nuptial wine and placed it in her hand, and said with a wicked smile, “My wife, please drink this cup, and then we will be husband and wife. From now on, we will hold hands and grow old together.”
He emphasized the words “marital relations” with extra weight, and Hua Yaoyao naturally understood what he meant. Although she was still a little shy, since she’d decided to accept this marriage, she should fulfill her duties as a wife and try her best to manage their relationship. That… was both an obligation and part of managing the relationship.
So, despite her shyness, Hua Yaoyao quickly composed herself—her slightly flushed face reflected in the cup—and said to Si Yiyuan, “Your concubine obeys, my husband, please.”
The two raised their hands to exchange cups and drank their wine. Although Hua Yaoyao had prepared herself mentally, her innate feminine shyness ultimately prevailed, and she couldn’t help but softly plead, “Husband, could you please turn off the lights…?”
Seeing her shyness, Si Yiyuan stopped teasing and said gently, “Didn’t your mother-in-law tell you that on your wedding night, the two red candles should burn until dawn before being extinguished?”
Hua Yaoyao let out a silly “Ah,” closed her eyes, and flipped through the original owner’s memories. She secretly pursed her lips, thinking, This really isn’t her biological child!
Si Yiyuan immediately realized she’d taken the legitimate daughter’s place as a concubine’s daughter—and her stepmother must hate her for it. Why would she give such unhelpful instructions?
With that thought, his voice became even gentler: “It’s alright, just leave two red candles, my wife. Don’t be afraid—I will be gentle.”
What was this man saying?! Hua Yaoyao couldn’t help but cover her face and close her eyes. Although she’d read many erotic novels where male protagonists said even more outrageous things than this man, she’d never heard it live before! She decided to deceive herself—close her eyes and pretend all the lights were off!
Seeing her shy appearance, Si Yiyuan found her extremely adorable and couldn’t help but feel a surge of tenderness. He gently removed her red dress and tenderly embraced her in his arms.
After a night of passionate lovemaking, Hua Yaoyao woke up early the next morning to the man’s gentle kisses. Recalling his actions the previous night, she blushed with embarrassment but also felt a sweet warmth in her heart. He had indeed been very gentle, but she’d been too weak-willed, fainting halfway through. She wondered if he’d been satisfied in the end…
Realizing what she was thinking, Hua Yaoyao’s face flushed even more. Si Yiyuan, watching her changing expression, chuckled softly, “What are you thinking about, my wife? Are you perhaps reminiscing…”
Before he could finish speaking, Hua Yaoyao quickly reached out and covered his mouth, her face turning even redder. How could this man be so unrestrained!
The man’s mouth was covered by her hand, and his low, husky laughter transmitted to her through the vibrations of his chest: “It was my fault—my wife did not savor it. I misunderstood my wife.”
Hua Yaoyao blushed and whispered, “What did you say!” Unfortunately, this whispered shout, coupled with the shyness in her eyes, was just a coquettish rebuke to the man, posing no threat whatsoever.
Si Yiyuan looked completely innocent: “Did I say something wrong? Was my wife really reminiscing? But didn’t my wife just cover my mouth and deny it?”
Hua Yaoyao was both embarrassed and annoyed. She could tell the man was just teasing her, but she was too embarrassed to discuss such a topic with a man she didn’t know very well—even though they’d already done the most intimate thing!
So, the novice driver, who wasn’t good at driving, angrily turned around, turning her back to the man to show her anger! But in her heart, she secretly made up her mind to quickly level up and fight the man to a draw as soon as possible!