Cold Fragrance in a Humble Home

Reborn as a ten-year-old farm girl, Shen Qingqing takes one look at the leaky house, the empty grain jars, and her family’s gaunt faces, and feels her head buzzing. Damn Heaven, I’m not asking for riches and glory. The least you could do is give me a comfortable life. No matter how deep her resentment, she has no choice but to accept reality. The essential skills for surviving in ancient times: learn embroidery, sell patterns, and make incense on the side. Soon, life improves, she has money, and a comfortable life is finally within reach. In this new life, all she wants is peace and quiet, and a stable home. Once the realm is at peace, her father, who was conscripted ten years ago and never heard from again, returns with a completely new appearance. And now all sorts of demons and monsters are showing up, with one deadly plot after another? Shen Qingqing narrows her phoenix eyes, a cold glint flashing in them. She’ll take on every awful person who comes her way, and kill every monster that dares show its face. But as she keeps fighting, why is there suddenly someone by her side? And this man…! Life is full of surprises, and she’s drifting further and further from the person she once was… The runaway bride arc: On the day of their engagement, she leaves a note: “You have wealth, you hold power. This engagement is completely unnecessary.” The man reads the note, his face black as ink. He grits his teeth, while everyone around him holds their breath. “Fine. Very well. It really is unnecessary. We should have gone straight to the bridal chamber.” But first, he has to catch that wretched woman. The love rival arc: A guard rushes into the study. “My lord, this is bad, this is bad! Miss Shen, she…” The man immediately stands at the sound of her name. “She ran away again?” “No, no. She went boating on the lake with Young Master Mo…” Before the guard can finish, the study is empty. Only the armchair is left swaying. The next day, the man is impatiently fending off a flirtatious beauty when a maid hurries over. “My lord, my lord… Young Master Mo and the others are here.” “I’m not seeing them…” At the mention of that man, he waves them away without a second thought. “Oh, I’m sorry. We came at a bad time. Please, carry on. We won’t disturb you…” A lilting, gentle female voice rings out. The man’s eyes widen and he tries to stand, but something has him pinned in place. “Ah!” A terrified scream echoes across the capital. The onlookers click their tongues, saying he has no idea how to treat a lady. The people of the capital think a ghost is haunting them in broad daylight.