Wearing Books Prefers the Charming Concubine

[Old sayings about house fighting + wearing books + being beautiful and soft] Yan Manman traveled through time, from a fake daughter in a modern compound to a real daughter in ancient novels. But, why is it different from what you imagined? Why do parents, brothers and sisters prefer the daughter of the family? At the age of fifteen, he was taken back to the capital from a merchant's house in the south of the Yangtze River, and was carried into the backyard of the Seventh Prince's Mansion on a soft sedan. In the original work, Xiang Xiaoyu died of fright after only half a month. Her figure is graceful, her eyebrows are as dark as distant mountains, and her eyes are as full as autumn water. She seems to have a thousand words in her eyes. The color of her lips is like cherry blossoms, not dotted but vermilion, and her skin is like gelatin, like plum branches covered with first snow. Sitting facing the mirror, Yan Manman's hands couldn't help but tremble again and again. She casually put on low-key makeup for herself and fulfilled her duties as a concubine. His body is tall and muscular. As he stood there, he formed an insurmountable barrier for strangers to approach. The face has clear outlines and strong lines, the thick eyebrows fly into the temples, and the eyes are deep and sharp, ready to shoot out a chilling cold light at any time. It is the coldness and momentum that has been accumulated after being on the battlefield for a long time and going through wind and rain. Yan Manman's mood of wanting to step forward and serve her fell again and again. "Huh?" One syllable from the man was enough to break her guard. Again, the beginning of hell. I thought that after climbing a high mountain, the road would be smooth from now on. Who knows, there is a taller and colder mountain behind. Yan Manman:...... Wrap your fingers softly? Gentle Township? Moisturizing things silently?