Yun Mianmian transmigrates into an old-fashioned master-disciple romance novel, where she becomes the nominal fiancee of her master, a man devoid of emotion and desire. Her cold, abstinent master couldn't care less about her. All his passion, and the desire he keeps hidden from others, naturally belong to the one and only female disciple he loves.
As a female supporting character with a brain, Yun Mianmian knows that if she wants to stay alive longer, she should invest in her man's young, energetic disciples.
She figures that once these disciples leave the Qingxuan Sect, they'll be grateful for her kindness and end up giving her magical artifacts that prolong life and preserve beauty. Then she can pretend to refuse before taking all those goodies for herself.
Most of the disciples are deeply moved by her kindness and affectionately call her "Shiniang." Only one disciple, ill-tempered, willful, and always scowling, refuses to be swayed and even calls out her little schemes in public.
Of course, Yun Mianmian won't let one oddball throw her plans off.
But the cloud-slice pastries she prepares for the disciples go missing, and she spots crumbs at the corner of that troublesome disciple's mouth. The rain capes she sews for them disappear, only for her to find an entire box he'd stashed away in the entryway of his room...
Yun Mianmian is furious. She thinks this male disciple is the least lovable person around and scolds him. "It's not like I wouldn't give you some. Why are you hoarding so much?"
There isn't a hint of guilt in her arrogant disciple's eyes, only jealousy burning there.
"From now on, you can only give them to me."
His demand is shameless.
Keep dreaming.
Yun Mianmian is an investor. She can't put all her eggs in one basket.
Later, Yun Mianmian doesn't know where she heard it, but apparently, although she seems to treat all the disciples equally, she only has eyes for her youngest disciple...
Even her fiance, who is practically a living corpse, asks her if she's changed her affections.
Theme: The path to redemption lies in the human heart