Song Yu transmigrates as a merchant's daughter and wants nothing more than to lie flat for the rest of her life, lounging atop a mountain of gold and silver. But her mother keeps hurrying her along, so she casually lists her standards: no gambling, no womanizing, and a good temper. He shouldn't be too ugly, either. A man steps out from behind the screen, handsome and elegant, with a face that could beat anyone in Chang'an. The only problem is that he's lame, and he says his career prospects are hopeless and he has no future to look forward to. Song Yu falls for his looks. "Shall we just make do with each other?" The man nods. "All right." Song Yu always thinks she's gotten an incredible bargain, until their wedding day. She clears her throat and glances at his leg, speaking considerately. "If it's inconvenient for you, how about... I take the lead?"
