Song Wenyi recently began to notice that her fiancé’s family was acting a little strangely.
In the vast Jing residence, her future mother-in-law, future sister-in-law, future brother-in-law... all looked at her with a hint of wariness.
Her future husband was the young master of the Jing family, a dashing young general and an undefeated legend in the hearts of the people of Dingbei.
She had been at the Jing residence for several days, but had yet to meet the young general.
Then, on the night of a banquet at the Jing residence, she grew drowsy from the wine and stepped away to get some air. Standing in the flower hall amid the gardens' spring blossoms, she saw the young general hurrying over from the veranda, still wearing his armor.
The young general stopped in front of her, bloodstains still wet on his face.
“Miss Song...” He scratched his head, giving her a bashful yet delighted smile.
The young general's face lit up, his eyes shining with a tender affection.
“This is our first meeting. I'm Jing Chuan, your future... husband.”
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The Jing family came into possession of a “heavenly book” that could foretell the future.
The book said that the young general of the Jing residence would shine brilliantly, but die young. The one responsible for his death was none other than his fiancée, the Junzhu of the capital, Song Wenyi.
The Jing family: “!!!”
His mother patted his shoulder and said solemnly, “Don't be afraid, my son. Even if it costs me my life, I'll call off this engagement for you.”
His younger sister clasped his hand and urged him, “Brother, be sure to keep your distance from her. Leave everything to us...”
The day they went to welcome the Junzhu dawned bright and clear. A long procession of boats stretched for ten li across the water.
Before Jing Chuan was called away by his father, he saw a woman disembark.
She was a noblewoman from an illustrious family. Every movement of hers was as beautiful as a poem or painting. She had an ethereal beauty, wrists white as snow, and an understated scholarly air.
Jing Chuan suddenly felt he ought to pick every flower in the Jing family garden and pile them around her.
Someone so beautiful... deserved to be surrounded by beautiful flowers.
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They say I should keep my distance from her.
But...
I fell in love with her the moment I saw her.
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The heavenly book made one prediction after another, and the full story gradually came to light. It was like a tale from a novel.
By then, Song Wenyi and Jing Chuan were already happily married, their future settled. The heavenly book was nothing more than a story.
After reading the “story,” her mother-in-law and sister-in-law clung to each other and wept.
“My poor daughter-in-law...”
“My poor sister-in-law...”
Song Wenyi: “...”
Was it a novel, a story, or a prophecy?
Who knows?
Perhaps...
It was their past life, one that ended without ever coming to fruition.
A shrewd capital noblewoman × a straightforward young general
*One-on-one romance, no angst
Theme: Look ahead
