After transmigrating into a book, Shao Wanyan became the vicious cousin of the sweet, naive heroine. She spent a hundred years dedicated to courting death, until the heroine's parents eventually packed her off to marry a down-and-out... noble young master who spent his days admiring the stars, moon, and flowers, and lamenting the passing seasons.
The noble young master looked her up and down with disdain. "You have no taste at all!"
Shao Wanyan worked the abacus.
Noble young master: "When there's a flower to pluck, pluck it now."
Shao Wanyan counted her money.
Noble young master: "Don't wait until there's no flower left to break off a branch."
Shao Wanyan had had enough. She hurled the abacus beads into his face. "Get lost!"
Noble young master: "Wife, don't be angry. I appreciate both the refined and the vulgar."
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