The slender vine does not draw itself upward, but leans to follow the spring breeze.
A hundred feet of it rests upon a distant pine, entwining until they become one.
Jiang Yun was a wisteria vine spirit.
After dying one day, she transmigrated into a book, into a no-CP, male-led novel about contending for the realm, becoming a minor cannon-fodder character on the fringes of the story.
By the time she transmigrated, the story was already nearing its end. The male lead had conquered the realm and was about to hold his coronation ceremony. Now that he was past thirty, his household was sparsely populated, and his followers and aristocratic officials had their sights set on the position of empress. A new round of rivalry and scheming began...
But Jiang Yun knew nothing about any of that. All she knew was that she had survived a heavenly thunderbolt, and gone from being a wisteria spirit to a widow who had spent years married into a powerful family.
Life as a widow in an aristocratic household was no easy matter. Her status as a chaste widow became a cage, trapping the original body's owner. Though she was still in the bloom of youth, she was forbidden to wear bright colors, go out in public, or put on makeup... Under all those restrictions, the original owner had no choice but to live like a decrepit old woman.
Wisteria spirits were gentle by nature. Jiang Yun had no power to resist the rules forced upon the original owner, or the people who made her follow them. All she could do was wrap herself in those rules, just as the original owner had.
Everyone thought this widow from a powerful family would spend the rest of her life that way. Little did they know that though wisteria seemed delicate, it could beguile others without even realizing it. A glance over her shoulder, a quiet murmur, a few tears: that was all it took to leave others yearning for her, one after another...
Theme: She has people who cherish and love her. She's no helpless little cabbage left uncared for.