[A transmigrated concubine-born daughter who plays the pig to eat the tiger and acts foolish to stay alive VS a calculating general who is cold at first and hopelessly lovesick later]
Warning: The heroine isn’t actually stupid! She’s a wise woman who keeps a low profile!
On her first day as a transmigrated concubine-born daughter in the marquis’s household, Shen Yaoyan figured it out:
She’d worked herself to death in her previous life, so nobody was going to make her hustle in this one.
She’d been forced to take her older half-sister’s place in the engagement. Her husband had someone else in his heart. On their wedding day, she’d been carried in through a side gate in a little sedan chair. Even the servants in her courtyard dared to gossip right in front of her: “The heir doesn’t even look at her.”
Shen Yaoyan: What a sweet deal!
No work, no socializing, meals delivered three times a day, and her monthly allowance paid on time. Living in a side courtyard was no problem. The back window was close to the street, and she could climb out straight into the food stalls.
Her goal was to save up enough money, divorce the heir, and open a little restaurant somewhere scenic, where she could lie flat for good.
A perfect plan.
Until the heir suddenly started squatting by her back window in the middle of the night, eyes red as he asked, “Have you never cared about me at all?”
Shen Yaoyan looked up from her bowl of wontons and thought it over before answering earnestly, “That’s not entirely true.”
Pei Changjing’s eyes lit up, only for her to add, “You still owe me three months of allowance. Of course I care.”
(One couple, happy ending, sweet romance. Come join us!)
