Xue Bing passed the imperial examinations at nineteen. After returning to his hometown in glory, his mother arranged a marriage for him.
His fiancée was his mother's niece, making her his cousin. She was fifteen, quiet and reserved, bright and graceful, and had been living with the Xue family for half a year. Everyone praised her as the model of a well-bred young lady.
Perhaps it was some kind of blood tie that drew them together. He felt close to his cousin as soon as he saw her, and thought her features and every little mannerism adorable.
His cousin kept avoiding him, but she hadn't said a word against the marriage. He was sure she liked him too.
Then, on their wedding night, she kicked him off the bed.
Sui Xin had transmigrated, but her language System had failed to load. All she could do was quietly play the part of a demure mute and work hard to learn classical Chinese.
Just as she learned enough to communicate, she found out in a daze that she'd been brought there to meet a potential match.
Her match was her aunt's son, a cousin she'd never met.
At first, she was firmly against it. This wasn't just a blind marriage; what if they had a deformed child after the wedding? But when she learned her cousin was called Xue Bing, she relaxed.
So she'd transmigrated into a novel.
Xue Bing was the female lead's first love.
First loves had three virtues: young, handsome, and an early death.
By her calculations, she could be living the good life as a widow just three years after marrying him.
(In short, this should be a fluffy, brainless sweet story. No children. A straight-laced girl versus a charming young man with a heart full of twists and turns.)
Premise: Love life.
