Zhou Zijin transmigrated into a book, becoming the fiancée promised in marriage to the great general Yan Pingzhi before either of them was born.
For the sake of a no-good man, the original owner ruined a beautiful match, alienated everyone around her, and met a miserable end.
Zhou Zijin could only think the original owner must have had a donkey kick her in the head. She had a handsome fiancé and still insisted on chasing after some pretty boy.
So after transmigrating into the book, Zhou Zijin decisively agreed to marry Yan Pingzhi.
But she never expected married life to be less than perfect.
Her mother-in-law and sister-in-law, who couldn’t stand her, were always picking fights;
Her family kept pestering her to hurry up and have a legitimate heir;
Her husband was so immune to her charms that she began to wonder about his sexual orientation;
Her powerful rival, the Grand Princess, was determined to take her place;
And then there was her “eldest son,” who called her Mother at every turn and clung to her all day long.
No one expected Yan Pingzhi, a bastard who didn’t even know who his birth mother was and felt close to no one, to be so attached to Zhou Zijin, his stepmother.
But one day, even this darling boy joined the chorus urging her to have a baby.
“Mother, when are you going to give me a little brother?”
Zhou Zijin glanced at Yan Pingzhi, who was absorbed in his book. “Mother can’t have one all by herself.”
Yan Pingzhi: “You want to?”
Zhou Zijin: “...”
From then on, the two were more loving than ever, and had two children in three years.
Zhou Zijin: “I really should have thought this through...”
