I Have a Wife, Her Name Is Li Qingzhao

[A full-length romance, slow-paced everyday sweetness, pure love. If that's not your thing, don't read!]

After transmigrating, Li Hao finds himself the spoiled young heir of a Duke's mansion in the Northern Song dynasty.

To his astonishment, his fiancée is none other than the renowned poet Li Qingzhao!

The entire capital is betting on when she'll break off their engagement. Faced with a fiancée whose talent surpasses all others in Bianjing, he decisively pulls out the ultimate cheat code for a transmigrator: reciting poems from memory!

At a poetry gathering, he drunkenly recites, “She hurries away, blushing, then leans by the door and looks back, only to sniff the plum blossom.” The whole room is instantly dazzled.

Behind the beaded curtain, Li Qingzhao's hand freezes as she lifts it, and the stars in her eyes seem to fall into his wine cup.

One recitation is enough to catch the poet's attention, but she corners him in the study, the tips of her eyes raised slightly.

“Master Li, when you steal someone's heart... do you steal their words, too?”

A storm over poetry breaks out, and their budding flirtation freezes over.

He tells her the truth, but she burns the poems and comes to his defense, saying that similar verses are only natural when two hearts understand each other.

From then on, the spoiled young heir and the cool, gifted poetess spend their days playing chess and admiring antiques together.

But among the red leaves of Fragrant Hill, their feelings take an unexpected turn. He plucks a maple leaf for her, and she lowers her head and softly accepts it. Their game of stolen hearts finally becomes a romantic legend.