[Transmigration + Rebirth + Farming + Failed Transmigrator vs. Proud, Sharp-Tongued General]
Jiang Yao's wish for her twenty-seventh birthday was: to escape this place.
When she opened her eyes again, she had become a concubine in the Marquis's household.
She thought she'd landed the role of the heroine: fighting the principal wife and competing for affection.
She failed to notice the madam sitting upright above her, fingers turning a teacup, a cold, mocking smile in her eyes.
A charge of "adultery" was pinned on her, and she wasn't even given a chance to defend herself.
As she drew her last breath, only one thought remained: If there's another life, all I want is to live.
She was reborn.
A plan to "fall into the water while saving the young heir of the marquis's household" made her disappear from that grand residence forever.
She changed her name to Su Ran.
Awaken anew, burn again.
She met a kind old woman and her quiet, taciturn son.
The day news arrived that the marquis's household had fallen, she was selling milk tea.
Dust rose on the distant road, and the sound of hooves drew closer until it stopped outside the tea shop.
A tall horse, its saddle and bridle brand-new. Its rider sat straight-backed, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, like a drawn blade newly fitted with a sheath.
He looked down at her, the sunlight behind him casting his long shadow at her feet.
She stared up at him from horseback, froze for a moment, then slowly straightened and brushed the dirt from her hands.
He held out his hand, as if he had been waiting for her for a long time.
She took it and used his help to climb onto the horse, sitting in front of him.
The wind swept past her ears. He was like a high wall capable of keeping out every blizzard.
Jiang Yao and Jiang Yao were both dead. They died at twenty-seven, in the marquis's household.
The one who survived was Su Ran.
