She transmigrates into a rigid, feudal family. She should have been a well-bred young lady from an official's household, but instead she's beaten until she has sores on her head and pus on her feet. After barely saving her own life with her wits and the medical knowledge she learned in her previous life, she must face her own mother's cruelty, her stepmother's repeated schemes, and her elder half-sister's attempts to steal every good match meant for her.
Even a clay Bodhisattva would lose its temper after all that.
Should she simply respond to each move, or strike back one by one?
Of course she'll devise one clever scheme after another and pay them back, step by step!
But she is only one person and cannot fight the whole feudal system. When she's forced to marry an old man on the verge of death to bring him good luck, she has no choice but to go against her wishes and take her younger sister's place as the bride of the Third Young Master of the Marquis of Anping's household, a mute afflicted with a strange illness.
On the wedding day, the heir to the marquisate, still wearing his bewitching smile, comes to escort his younger brother's bride. At last, when the newlyweds reach the bridal chamber, the heir's eyes light up. He picks up the lifting rod, eager to raise the bride's veil and catch a first glimpse of her beauty. But a cup comes flying out of nowhere, and the hot water scalds his fingers, raising blisters at once. He turns to see his mute younger brother, dressed in bright red wedding clothes, strolling in with a broad grin. The groom steps in front of the bride and gives his brother a sidelong, alluring look as he speaks with his hands.
“Since you arranged this match for me, Big Brother, you should know the rules. If you like her too, you'll have to wait until I'm dead before you can take her as your wife, won't you?”
The plot is coherent, smooth, ups and downs, and lifelike.
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking