I never imagined that I’d transmigrate through time and space, not in all my 27 years. I’d read novels like that online, and they usually featured tearjerking love stories, but I never believed in any of it. That’s right, I don’t believe in love. If eternal love doesn’t exist in modern society, where men and women are equal and marriage is monogamous, how could it exist in a feudal society that puts men above women? I used to read those novels just to kill time, thinking they were nothing more than people’s beautiful fantasies about love. But why did I end up here out of nowhere, destined to become a man’s concubine? Well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Being a rich man’s concubine isn’t so bad, actually. No one here will call me a homewrecker or a vixen. But I’m not going to fall in love like the heroines in those novels. I’ll do what a concubine is supposed to do, but my heart? No chance. I won’t give it to anyone. Never! Then why do I see such deep affection in his eyes, along with a flash of sorrow and despair? Why does my heart ache? Yinzhen, what should I do? What if I’ve fallen for you too? What should I do? Yinzhen, can I trust you? Can I? Tell me! People call you cold-hearted and cold-faced. Is your heart really cold? Behind that indifferent expression, is there a passionate heart too?…
Not bad, keep writing!