[A resilient, hilarious transmigrator heroine vs. a cool, dignified regent: the master steals his disciple’s wife]
Er Yi transmigrated.
Someone lifted the veil from her head. The red candles dazzled her, but she mustered her courage and said, “How are you?”
Who could have guessed the groom would calmly dismiss everyone, sit beside her, and reply, “Fine, and you?”
Er Yi: !!!
Who would’ve thought? On her wedding night, she’d run into someone from home in a foreign land!
*
Er Yi and Cheng Jie had married young. They were deeply devoted to each other, a couple everyone envied.
After their wedding, Er Yi saw her husband walking into the courtyard with a beautiful woman and a small child in his arms, the three of them looking like a happy family.
After thinking it over, she decided to hand him a divorce agreement.
But Cheng Jie’s expression darkened unpredictably, and he flatly refused.
Better to make a clean break now than spend a lifetime as bitter enemies.
Once she’d made up her mind, she thought of the one person in the world who might be able to make her husband obey without question.
*
The third year of Zhensu, spring.
The regent was ambushed while traveling south, so he stayed for a time at the home of his disciple Cheng Jie, who was observing mourning there.
At the time, Cheng Jie was refined and dignified. He and his new wife, Madam Lou, were in the first flush of marriage. Hand in hand, they planted a loquat tree and vowed to grow old together.
“If I can be paired with you like two fish, I would not fear death. I envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals.”
The regent stood beneath the corridor, watching them for a long while.
*
The regent had fought on the battlefield and plotted his way through court. He was only one step away from the imperial throne.
Yet he knew in his heart that one regret from his life remained unfulfilled.
Who could have imagined that the woman who had haunted his dreams for years would come to ask for his help?
He agreed with delight, his gaze deep and intense.
*
Incense burned as he offered prayers to Heaven and Earth.
I wish to share tea and meals by day, and a bed by night, with one person.
Our love runs deep, forged into the shackles of a tomb. It imprisons you, and it traps me.
Blurb written on 2026.9.20, excerpt captured as evidence
Theme: Mountains can crumble and rivers can run dry. Only you can be your lifelong support
