Qing He was born with delicate beauty and refined grace. A celebrated young lady of talent in the capital, she had been betrothed to the heir of the Marquis's household since childhood, and they had grown up together.
With the wedding approaching, Qing He's grandmother suddenly passed away, and she traveled south with her father to attend the funeral.
The journey was perilous. She accidentally became separated from her family, and, lost and helpless, came across a handsome young man.
He seemed about her age. A silver bow in hand, he sat astride his horse in crimson robes, his face as bright as snow-white jade. Jewels glittered all over him. He must have been some young master's son, out playing and lost by mistake.
She stole a glance at him. The boy hopped down from his horse with a smile and came close to her side, calling out in a clear, youthful voice, "Big Sister."
With no one else around, Qing He continued the journey with him.
At last they reached Jiangnan. Qing He told him to go home. He stood obediently aboard a covered boat, gazing at her through the misty, smoke-like haze over the water, looking utterly aggrieved.
She watched him for a long time, sighed, and reluctantly beckoned him over.
The boy sprang off the boat and called to her affectionately, then kissed Qing He's cheek with a smile.
Qing He's fingers curled. Her face turned red.
The usually proper and self-possessed young lady did not push him away.
Jiang Zhan knew Song Qing He was his sister-in-law.
The posthumous son of the former marquis, whom the old marquis had plotted to murder, he was cold-blooded and callous, regarding human life as no more than ants. All he wanted was revenge and absolute power.
He had planned to kill Song Qing He and bring down the Jiang family.
But when she looked at him with sorrow in her eyes and tears glimmering, yet still showed him such concern and care, Jiang Zhan inexplicably dropped his knife.
At first, he only pretended to be obedient and stayed by Song Qing He's side because he found her amusingly old-fashioned. Once he lost interest, he would get rid of the woman who was to become his elder brother's bride.
Later, though, he often found himself wishing that he had been the one betrothed to her.
*This blurb is tentative. The ending describes the setup.
*He calls her "Big Sister" as a form of address. The male lead is older than the female lead by birth date.
The male lead is a dashing young man in fine clothes, riding a fine horse.
His identity is undecided. He's handsome, sweet, a little sly, and a little clingy. Once he latches onto the female lead, he won't let go. He coyly calls her "Big Sister," making her blush, then insists on asking why her face is red~
In truth, he's ruthless and kills without blinking. Anyone who makes his Big Sister unhappy gets chopped into potato slices.
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Big Sister is a refined young lady from a distinguished family, betrothed to the sly younger brother's older brother. But because of him, she breaks with convention.
*A sweet, melodramatic story with a touch of forced love.
Premise: Life is a journey through a strange land, and I too am just a traveler.
