As the fake heiress of the Zhen Guo Duke's household in Shangjing, Xie Chanyin has always known what she wants.
A good family, beauty, and a marriage match... she'll take one from someone else if she has to.
She deserves a family that dotes on her and wouldn't dare disobey her, so that even if the truth about her being a fake heiress comes out, she'll still live in splendor.
On the day she visited Old Master Xie in Jinling, the man who came to marry her as a bride to bring him good fortune fell for her at first sight. But in front of all the guests, he suddenly said he wanted to switch brides?
She was willing to marry beneath her station, but not this far beneath it!
Fortunately, the man's parents were reasonable, and the wedding went ahead as planned.
Xie Chanyin thought that was the end of it. But that night, someone knocked her unconscious with a stick and carried her into the bridal chamber, intending to consummate the marriage by force.
The red candles flickered. She was weak all over.
The moment her veil was lifted, the malice in her eyes was unmistakable.
But the face before her belonged to her elder brother, the biological son of the Zhen Guo Duke's household, heir apparent Xie Changyan.
Xie Chanyin was delighted, thinking he'd come to rescue her. She wasn't unaware that this adopted elder brother disliked her, but he treated everyone in Shangjing that way, so it was normal.
The next moment, the man's handsome face drew close. Their lips met, and the crisp scent of bamboo leaves unique to a man surrounded them.
Xie Chanyin: ???!!!
Brother, are you sick?
As the heir apparent of the Zhen Guo Duke, Xie Changyan was born into a family of great wealth and raised amid silks and finery. He was the foremost young gentleman in Shangjing.
He disliked his adopted sister, who had been brought into the family as a baby. She was like an exquisite porcelain figurine, flawless and beyond reproach.
He'd thought he only had to endure it until she married. But watching her use that devastatingly beautiful face to attract one noble young man after another, all smitten with her, stirred a restlessness within him.
Then, on the day of the good-fortune wedding in Jinling, as the red silk fluttered, that porcelain figurine cried harder than ever before. He knew then that he was done for.
He could no longer stand by coldly and tell himself that all he had to do was wait for her to marry.
He seemed to have fallen ill, with a sickness that only marriage to Xie Chanyin could cure.
If they weren't siblings, then they could be husband and wife.
Theme: Put gold and silver on both sides
