The Super Child Bride

A note at the beginning: This is a one-on-one romance.

A dream behind a beaded curtain, a rebirth in a single moment.

Hua Xian was one ordinary person among the countless people of the mortal world. She never expected that her seemingly ordinary past life would end in the tragic fulfillment of the old saying: “Her heart aspired to the heavens, but her fate was as thin as paper.” Thanks to the right time, place, and circumstances, she was reborn as the ninth young lady of the Hua family in another world. A Taoist from the Fang family had foretold it, and before she was even born, the Hua and Yan families had already been bound together by fate. On the day she turned one month old, she was given a grand wedding, joining the two families in marriage and becoming the talk of hundreds of miles around.

Living is a form of cultivation, Hua Xian thought. Perhaps this was the fruit of her twenty-nine years of cultivation. Cause and effect come full circle; life and death are nothing to fuss over. Dying and being reborn are merely the natural changes of time and space.

She wanted a different kind of rebirth.

In this life, she would be idle, lazy, ordinary, a parasite, a spoiled heir, a landlady...

Scene One:

Hua Xian turned one month old. The next day, she was married.

Before she even had time to blush, Hua Xian suddenly felt something warm, soft, and damp on her lips, with a faint smell of blood.

“Hehe, Mother, look, the little bride is drooling. I’ll wipe it off for her,” Yan Zijun said, belatedly explaining himself to his mother with great care.

Yan’s mother couldn’t help smiling.

“Son, I know you used your mouth because your hands were dirty.”

“Hehe, Mother, you’re so clever.”

Scene Two:

The one-year-old’s object-choosing ceremony.

Hua Xian was surrounded on all sides by a jumble of little toys. She stood up, swaying her head with an air of great importance.

She reached out and grabbed a writing brush, tucking it into the front of her jacket. Everyone shook their heads. A woman’s virtue lay in having no talent.

She reached out again, grabbed a handful of brightly colored thread, and tucked it away too. Everyone was relieved. As expected, girls loved pretty things.

On her third try, she picked up a little gold nugget and carefully slipped it into her right sleeve. Everyone sighed. This girl was sure to be greedy.

She reached out again, and someone placed a miniature wooden guzheng in her hand. She studied it for a moment, then tucked it into her little husband’s arms.

Turning around, she found a tiny jade chessboard in her palm. She weighed the precious jade in her hand, thought it over, then clumsily fastened it to the sash of her nephew Yan Yan, who was two months older than she was.

Before everyone could react, Hua Xian suddenly lunged to the side and got to her feet. She hurriedly stuffed a miniature spear into her left sleeve. Then she turned around with a flourish, took a few unsteady steps, climbed into bed on her own, and fell fast asleep.

Everyone toppled over.

Scene Three:

The younger generation of the Yan family stood in a row: the fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, eleventh, and twelfth.

A gong rang out. “Clang...” Eight-year-old Hua Xian held the gong and called out, “All right, everyone, line up! This young lady is about to announce the rules of the competition...”

“The first three winners will each have the honor of becoming my honorary coach and teaching me one of their signature skills. There are prizes, too: the champion gets a matching set of long gowns for Xian’er and her sibling; second place gets one of Xian’er’s sachets; and third place gets one of Xian’er’s peach-blossom handkerchiefs.”