Yan Chi lived a happy, carefree life for fifteen years, then suddenly died on her fifteenth birthday.
Not long after she closed her eyes, she was reborn in someone else's body.
The good news was that she was alive.
The bad news was that she was now her older brother's consort. She had been reborn on the very night the Prince of Chu married. After a muddled night together, she woke the next day to find that it was already too late to undo what had happened.
It hit her like a bolt of lightning. Her brother sat by the bed, his expression cool as he turned from getting dressed and said, with a slight frown, "It's getting late, Consort."
His expression was as cold as ice, yet his face was as beautiful as the moon. He was as lofty and untouchable as a jade tree.
Looking at his face, like a flower blooming on a high peak, Yan Chi wouldn't dare, even with all the courage in the world, to say, "I'm your younger sister" at a time like this.
Reader note: They are not related by blood, of course.
Theme: Cherish life
