After her parents died, Yu Tingwan lived under her relatives' roof, working from dawn to dusk without complaint.
Her sharp-tongued aunt intended to sell her to a lecherous country squire who was nearly seventy.
Yu Tingwan had had enough!
She was done serving them!
Rather than let them dictate her marriage, she would make her own choices.
On her way back from a failed matchmaking meeting, she came across the Wei family young master, carried by a crowd and covered in wounds.
Yu Tingwan suddenly felt dizzy, and before her eyes appeared a wash of red and a scene that should not have been there. Gongs and drums blared. The Wei family young master wore wedding clothes, looking gloomy and miserable as his mother pushed him into the bridal chamber.
Which poor girl had the misfortune to marry him?
Yu Tingwan saw the bride's face as she was pinned down and rolled across the bed.
It was... her own face!!!
The proud and distinguished General Wei Zhao had won countless battles. After uncovering the outrageous lie behind a scheme that had ensnared him for more than ten years, he found it absurd and resolved to die.
In a battle at the frontier, he turned the Poyun Spear, which had slain countless enemies, on himself.
But he survived, and became the Wei family young master in a remote village.
Wei Zhao's life had been dark and damp. He thought he would never see the light.
Until someone barged in.
She grabbed him by the collar, stood on tiptoe, and gave him a quick kiss.
"Don't be ungrateful. You should be thrilled to marry me."
