My Husband Is a Villainous Character (Matriarchal Society)

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After the Marriage Swap, I Became the Heroine's Younger Brother's Wife

The sickly Lian Li transmigrated into the body of a pitiful farm girl.

At the time, her cousin Lian Feng had just recovered from a serious illness and was throwing a fit, demanding to marry her younger cousin's fiance, the butcher Wang from town. Her aunt was so spooked she thought she had seen a ghost, and called in a Taoist priest. After a few gestures, the priest nodded knowingly and strolled away with confidence. Lian Feng was left behind, her gaze resolute, her heart set like stone, ready to belt out "My Heart Will Go On" at any moment.

Lian Li found the whole thing hard to put into words. But... Lian Feng, Lian Li... Weren't they supporting characters in that novel called The Empress of the Realm? And the position of a duke's wife... Had it really just been handed to her after all that crying?

So here's the question. Lian Li was a delicate little thing who couldn't carry a shoulder pole or lift a hand, out of breath after three steps and coughing after five. Would she last longer living in a country household in ancient times, where survival was practically a wilderness challenge? Or living beside the heroine's younger brother, a cold-blooded, unhinged man who seemed more than a little mentally unstable?

This story

Lin Xia transmigrated, waking up in the body of a young woman not yet twenty. After being single all her life, she finally found someone in another world. Her husband was almost exactly her type, and Lin Xia treasured their cozy life with her husband and children gathered around a warm bed.

That was, until more and more familiar names began appearing...

"So I didn't transmigrate. I transmigrated into a book?"

Beneath the dim candlelight, an elegant man sewed a delicate garment. His shadow loomed on the wall behind him, its limbs clawing and writhing.

Yun An was reborn. In his previous life, he had lived like neither man nor ghost, and he had prepared himself for a miserable hell. But that person always watched him with a smile, waiting quietly for him. He tentatively took the hand before him, and the illusory smile at the corner of his mouth gradually took on a disturbing, lifelike quality...

Theme: Wherever the heart finds peace is home.