[First-person narration, fake transmigration, not a strong female lead, two equally matched leads, no golden finger. The heroine is intelligent and quick to adapt. The early plot moves too fast. She is not adored by everyone. The story leans toward fantasy and includes cultivation. The male lead has a double identity. The Three Realms are divided into the Heavenly Realm, the Demon Realm, and the Mortal World. The Immortal Realm belongs to the Heavenly Realm, while the Netherworld belongs to the Demon Realm. The Mortal World has cultivation sects. I’m no good at writing blurbs.]
For eighteen years, I lived as if walking on thin ice, terrified that one wrong step would leave me shattered.
That day, I was heading out to the countryside when I passed a river. Suddenly, some so-called “guiding fish” leaped out of the water and slapped me right across the face.
When I opened my eyes again, the world was spinning.
I was tied up inside a sedan chair, wearing a chilly white gown and a pair of embroidered shoes. Cold seeped through my bones. I was still trying to make sense of things when a muffled clap of thunder boomed overhead.
Then the blare of suona horns and the crash of drums came surging toward me from all directions.
A shrill voice rang out: “On the fifteenth night of the seventh month, a bride is being wed to the dead! All bystanders, clear the way!”
I froze inside the sedan chair, every hair on the back of my neck standing on end.
