The Drama Queen Beauty Refuses to Be the Foil

Song Yuyan was slender and lovely. The daughter of a wealthy merchant, she had been doted on since childhood. After coming of age, she married Wei Shao, the mighty general who guarded the nation, and became the envy of every unmarried young lady in the capital. Song Yuyan was quite satisfied with her husband too. She had to get married eventually, so why not marry someone who was hardly ever home? But one day, she happened to learn that the world she lived in was actually a book. The leads were her younger brother-in-law and his newlywed wife. She was nothing but a shrewish supporting woman, a foil to the male and female leads. Jealous of the kindhearted heroine, she picked fights with her at every turn, and ultimately ended up with her family destroyed. Song Yuyan looked at the heroine before her, dressed in coarse cloth with a hairpin that could only be called a piece of straw in her eyes, and found it baffling. Was she really supposed to be jealous of that? Were her glass-and-gold hairpin and jade ornaments not lovely enough? Was her silk dress, painstakingly made by ten embroiderers over half a month from a single foot of Snow Brocade worth a thousand gold, not beautiful enough? Did she have a donkey kick her in the head or something? Why would she be jealous of the heroine? Whoever wanted to be the foil could be the foil. She had no interest in it! At first, Song Yuyan treated Wei Shao as nothing but a useful tool. But in the book, after she died, Wei Shao defied the emperor's orders and risked his life to win justice for her. The scene stunned her. Who knew her tool of a husband was so loyal and devoted? Song Yuyan thought to herself that she ought to be just a tiny bit nicer to Wei Shao. In the bitter cold of winter, snowflakes swirling, Song Yuyan looked at Wei Shao in his thin clothes and handed him the hand warmer in her hands, speaking awkwardly. "You're wearing so little. If you catch a chill and pass it on to me, I'll be angry." But her fingertips accidentally brushed his palm, rough with thick calluses yet burning like a furnace. Wei Shao lowered his eyes and took Song Yuyan's delicate hand in his palm, as if she were the most precious jewel in the world. When he was young, his family was poor. He was so hungry that he ate snow off the ground. As he passed by an exquisite carriage, it stopped. A pair of tender little hands lifted the curtain, and a gaze bright as the stars and moon fixed on him, dressed in rags. The girl spoke in a clear, sweet voice: "What's so good about eating snow? Here, have a soup dumpling." It was the first time Wei Shao had tasted such a delicious delicacy. It was also the first time Wei Shao had ever seen someone so beautiful. Now, that beautiful girl had become Wei Shao's wife, nestled in his arms as she ate soup dumplings. Everyone said Song Yuyan was only a merchant's daughter, and that marrying General Wei was far above her station. Wei Shao: "After all these years of hard work, I've finally managed to marry up!" A spoiled, vain, sharp-tongued beauty heroine x A seemingly cold and merciless hero who is actually a doting husband and a paragon of virtue Theme: Love can transcend life and death