Xiao Qingyin, a master physician, dies unexpectedly and transmigrates into the body of the eldest legitimate daughter of the Minister of Revenue in the Great Xi Dynasty, who was raised in the count...
Inside were three unfamiliar pairs of earrings and a folded piece of Xuan paper.
Once the Xuan paper was unfolded, a picture of the Nine-Nine Cold-Dispelling Chart immediately came into view.
It wasn't a currently fashionable design, but rather the one he painted on the window shortly after she became pregnant with Qingyin.
That was when their relationship was at its best.
He told her to put on makeup every morning and draw a circle on the picture with rouge. After drawing it for eighty-one days, the plum blossoms on the window would turn into apricot blossoms.
She actually drew every day.
But after she finished drawing the whole picture, he only glanced at it, said "Yinyin is really patient," and then went to do other things.
She felt both disappointed and anxious at the time.
He suspected that it was because his drawing was bad that he was dismissive.
The winter solstice of the year Yinyin was born, she made a picture to ward off the cold and wanted to invite him to draw it together, but he declined, saying he didn't have the time and wouldn't even glance at it.
Looking back now, it seems like everything was foreshadowed all along.
She foolishly believed that it was Yao's arrival that caused him to change his mind.
Looking at the painting depicting the cold, Yun revealed a mocking smile.
What did Xiao Shengyuan mean by painstakingly delivering this painting to her?
Could this rekindle her deep affection for him and rekindle their past romance?
Or should we remind her how blind and foolish she had been?
Either way, they are utterly disgusting.
She tore the winter-dispelling picture to shreds without expression and ordered the maid, "Throw away the box and its contents."
The maid found the trash heap and threw it away.
Xiao Shengyuan hadn't actually gone far; he was just hiding around the corner, spying on Yun's reaction.
Upon seeing this, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
"If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty shot."
He said through gritted teeth.
"You forced me to do this."