In her previous life, Wen Jian was a man. She never imagined she would be reborn as a concubine-born daughter of the Jiang family, riding in a bridal sedan to bring good fortune to a sick young master. Even less did she expect that before the wedding sedan had even touched the ground, her death date had already been written down: the twenty-first day of the twelfth lunar month, when Jiang Heng would die of illness and her coffin would leave through the western side gate.
Her new husband, Pei Tongjun, had been bedridden for years. The Pei household's estates had been transferred out of its treasury in advance, and even the name of someone still alive could be changed with a single stroke to read "deceased." If Jiang Heng wanted to live, she had no choice but to investigate. In her previous life as a man, Wen Jian had never understood how many people's hands a woman had to pry away from her name before she could take charge of her own life. And the husband who was supposed to die young gradually made his way from his sickbed to her side.
