The night was tranquil, and the moonlight shone bright and clear.
The excitement of the wedding at the Marquis of Anning’s estate had already faded, and peace had returned.
After a busy day, everyone in the manor had fallen asleep.
Only within a certain flower-canopied bedchamber did passion still burn like fire, where a young man and woman were engaged in the most primal act between yin and yang.
A loose white silk robe hung casually over the young man’s slender shoulders. The woman’s embroidered garments had long since been removed, revealing her graceful figure. Both possessed fair skin and beautiful features, like exquisite jade sculptures from an erotic spring palace painting.
“Mianmian… open your eyes and look at me…”
The young man’s voice, usually as clear as spring water, was now low and slightly hoarse, tinged with embarrassment.
The sleeping woman heard his voice and struggled against her heavy drowsiness, slowly opening her eyes.
Between a pair of long, thick eyelashes appeared misty eyes, dreamy and enchanting, capable of stealing one’s soul.
But they captivated for only a second.
The next moment, those beautiful eyes widened in shock, filled with panic and confusion.
Wait… where am I!?
Before Shen Mianmian could figure out her surroundings—
“Mm… it hurts…”
“Does it hurt? I’m sorry, it’s my fault!”
The young man hurriedly apologized, his panic obvious.
Following the voice, Shen Mianmian looked over.
She found herself lying on a bed, with a beautiful young man of eighteen or nineteen in front of her.
His skin was smooth and porcelain-white, his features sharply defined. His eyebrows were elegant as willow leaves, his eyes clear and bright. The corners of his eyes were tinged red with intense desire.
And the two of them were currently…
Engaged in a very intimate activity.
Reflected in the young man’s luminous eyes was her image, while concern filled his expression.
“Mianmian, how are you feeling?”
Shen Mianmian lowered her head and saw her completely naked body.
She immediately looked away, her face burning.
Her pounding heart pumped blood straight to her head.
An unfamiliar place.
An unfamiliar person.
Either she had transmigrated, or she had been reborn.
But… did the opening scene really have to be this intense?
Based on her experience reading novels, panicking right now would be the worst possible choice.
The correct approach was to stay calm and secretly observe.
Without drawing attention, she examined her surroundings.
She discovered that she was inside a traditional canopy bed enclosed like a small room—something she had only ever seen in museums.
At the outermost layer hung embroidered silk curtains. Beyond them was a small corridor-like space with tables and cabinets on either side. Above hung an exquisitely carved horn lamp.
The dim light and drifting incense created an intoxicating atmosphere.
The tiny space felt like a dreamy, romantic illusion.
Even the air itself seemed hot.
Amid the awkward tension was an indescribable sense of anticipation.
Seeing that she remained silent, the young man paused and carefully asked,
“Mianmian… are you alright?”
Shen Mianmian had no time to answer him.
Her mind was racing.
Had she transmigrated?
But she hadn’t died.
How could she transmigrate?
She had only been reading a novel…
Wait.
Could she have transmigrated into a book?
She froze.
Scenes from that absurd novel flooded her mind.
Then she cautiously called out,
“Qingzhou?”
The young man immediately responded,
“I’m here. Does it hurt? If it hurts too much, I… I won’t continue…”
As he spoke, he pressed his lips together, and his small pale Adam’s apple bobbed awkwardly.
Clearly, he did not want to stop.
Shen Mianmian felt as though her brain exploded.
Case closed.
She had really transmigrated into a novel!
She had heard before that if you ever encountered a protagonist or supporting character with the same name as yourself in a novel, you should stop reading immediately, close the app, uninstall it, and if necessary, smash your phone.
She had always thought it was a joke.
Turns out it was true!
Seeing her devastated, lifeless expression, the young man became even more nervous and began trembling slightly.
“Are… are you disappointed in me? S-sorry. I probably should have learned beforehand, but I didn’t want to go to a brothel…”
Shen Mianmian knew exactly who he was.
The supporting male character from After Rebirth, I Dumped My Scumbag Husband and Married the Regent Prince—
Bai Qingzhou.
And she herself was a cannon-fodder female character who happened to share her name.
The novel’s story went like this:
Jiang Yinjin, daughter of the Vice Minister of Rites, had been betrothed to Bai Qingzhou, heir of the Marquis of Anning, since childhood.
They should have married when they came of age.
However, during a trip to Jiangnan with friends, Bai Qingzhou was gifted a shouma—a specially trained courtesan.
The woman was fair-skinned, breathtakingly beautiful, lively and mischievous. She also constantly spoke about freedom and independence.
Bai Qingzhou was instantly captivated and brought her back to the marquis estate.
He became fascinated by the endless stream of new vocabulary and modern ideas she introduced.
What he didn’t know was that she was actually a transmigrator.
Worse, she was one of those brainless transmigrator heroines created solely to make the refined, noble-born ancient female lead look better.
This transmigrator completely ignored her circumstances and constantly shouted about equality for all.
Despite being a courtesan, she firmly believed in “one husband, one wife for life.”
She frequently picked fights with others and encouraged native women to rebel against fate in pursuit of freedom and love.
As the saying went:
Where there’s a crouching dragon, there’s bound to be a fledgling phoenix.
And this “fledgling phoenix” was the idiot heir himself.
Bai Qingzhou became utterly obsessed with these inappropriate, ridiculous ideas.
He even lost interest in the dignified, virtuous, and educated female lead.
Instead, he allowed the transmigrator to ridicule and provoke Jiang Yinjin, openly insulting her to her face.
The original heroine was a genuine ancient noblewoman.
Bound by feudal etiquette and burdened by concerns for her family’s political future, she could only endure the humiliation again and again.
Eventually, she became sick with depression and died young after a severe illness.
Then—
She was reborn.
Armed with memories of her previous life, she transformed into a vengeance-driven rebirth heroine determined to reclaim everything that belonged to her.
After thoroughly destroying the foolish “crouching dragon and fledgling phoenix” pair, she elegantly turned around and married the novel’s true male lead—
The Regent Prince.
And right now…
This was Bai Qingzhou’s first night.
If Shen Mianmian remembered correctly, it was also the wedding night between Bai Qingzhou and the reborn heroine, Jiang Yinjin.
To assert her claim over him, the suicidal transmigrator deliberately chose tonight for her first night with Bai Qingzhou—
Specifically to humiliate the newly married lawful wife.
Just then, the young man’s voice sounded again.
“Mianmian, say something. If you don’t speak, I… I don’t dare continue.”
The arrow was already on the string.
His voice trembled from restraint.
Shen Mianmian knew the deed was already done.
Stopping now would accomplish nothing.
Not only would it break character and arouse suspicion, she would also have to invent a mountain of explanations.
The cost far outweighed the benefit.
“N-no… it’s nothing…”
She hesitated before speaking.
“Please… continue.”