Ling Xiangruo is a modern genius in occult arts, so sharp-tongued even Heaven can’t stand her.
A bolt of thunder strikes her and sends her into the past.
Yi Xuan is the top martial arts scholar and the second-place civil service laureate. He volunteers for a post in the provinces. Officially, he’s investigating the theft of disaster-relief funds. But in secret... no one knows what he’s looking for.
He doesn’t believe in ghosts, gods, or fate, much less this charlatan who keeps spouting “the Five Elements and the Eight Trigrams.”
But when the emperor decrees their marriage, the two have no choice but to wed.
On their wedding night, Ling Xiangruo props her chin in her hand and smiles knowingly. “I heard you were so embarrassed about failing to place first that you hid outside the capital. You should’ve told me sooner. One bow from me, and you’d have been a sure thing.”
Yi Xuan calmly unfastens his collar. “I placed first in the martial exam. That’s more impressive than placing first in the civil exam.”
“But weren’t you second place?”
“I only took that exam by accident.”
He steps closer.
“Want to find out what ‘first in the martial exam’ really means?”
The storyline progresses very slowly, with a lot of useless words and things. There is no distinction between priorities.