Transmigrated into The Story of Minglan, I Vow to Marry Sheng Molan

Sheng Molan endured half a lifetime in the Liang household, until she was an empty shell, and finally died in the bitter winter of that year.

When she opened her eyes again, she was somewhere unfamiliar. A man sat by her bed, eyes red and voice hoarse as he called her “Molan.” He said she had been unconscious for a long time. He said his name was Zhao Mu, and that he was her husband.

She didn’t remember him. But little by little, she realized this world was stranger than she could have imagined.

Rulan had married “Marquis Gu.” Minglan had married the young Duke Qi. Hualan was living well in the Yuan household.

And Sheng Molan herself was the beloved wife of Zhao Wang’s heir, cherished in the palm of his hand.

Zhao Mu had a secret too: he had come from another world. His heart belonged to Molan, and he had spoiled her until she became the most envied woman in the capital.

Zhao Mu had gone to extraordinary lengths to steal her away from the path that would have led her to Liang Han.

Now Molan had awakened, but her eyes held no love, only wariness and estrangement. He thought a fate stolen from someone else had to be returned.

So he made a decision.

Who was she? And who was he? When a life is given a new beginning, which of them is truly saving the other?