Modern-day corporate drone Lin Chuyun transmigrates into a book, from the start landing in Changle Ward, the dirtiest and most run-down district on the outskirts of the capital.
The original owner is a wretched village woman who not only stole the prime minister’s daughter’s credit for saving Lu Jianghan, heir to the Prince of Zhennan, but also torments and exploits the amnesiac heir every day.
Remembering how Lu Jianghan had the original owner executed by being burned alive in the novel after recovering his memories, Lin Chuyun takes one look at the shirtless man in the blacksmith’s shop, his gaze dark and sinister, and her knees go weak.
To stay alive, she decisively gives up her rouge and powders, simmers bone broth, and calls him “Brother Jianghan” at every turn, playing the sweet, virtuous wife. Behind his back, she frantically prepares medicinal ingredients at the clinic to save up travel money, planning to make a dignified escape before his true white moonlight appears.
But she never expected that the more “gentle and considerate” she acted, the darker and more frightening the blacksmith’s gaze became.
Until one day, a noblewoman from the capital exposes her fake claim to be his savior. Lin Chuyun packs up and flees in the middle of the night, only to be stopped at the city gate.
The man wears a blood-red brocade cloak. He wipes the tears from the corner of her eye with his calloused thumb and smiles in a way that sends chills down her spine. “Chuyun, you call me ‘Brother’ so sweetly. Why can’t you keep deceiving me for the rest of my life?”
