Shen Ling transmigrated into the general's household as the despised legitimate daughter. Her father refused to acknowledge her, her stepmother tormented her, and in the five years since she entered the household, she hadn't even had a bowl of hot soup.
She knelt on the bluestone slabs, cursing inwardly, "These damn stones hurt my knees more than a cat-scratching board." Her cold-faced young general of an adopted brother immediately told her to get up.
She worried about finding money to open a shop, and the next day he brought her a bank draft. She cursed a lecher for getting handsy, and he questioned the man in public until he was humiliated. She craved the lion's head meatballs at Zui Xian Restaurant, and he carried a food box into her shop.
Everyone in the household said she had the luck of a dog stepping in filth. Only she knew the truth: he could hear every thought she didn't dare say out loud.
The despised legitimate daughter × the cold-faced, fiercely loyal man: the more she avoids him, the more clearly he hears her.
