1. Feng Ran transmigrated and got married.
Feng Ran wanted to put it on her foot, but was afraid of straining her muscles.
October brings scorching heat, but the weather is cold and the moon and stars are few.
The clinking of glasses abruptly stopped, and the hidden eyes stared blankly, a rare sight for them.
Feng Ran opened her eyes for the thirteenth time, and the red patch in front of her eyes was still there.
Great, my eyes are twitching.
Feng Ran had to confirm that this wasn't a dream; she had transmigrated.
Her brain, which was repeatedly dancing on the edge of a knife, told her that she seemed to have become a different person.
Feng Ran forgot who she was supposed to be; her fragmented memories were hard to grasp and were scattered by a chaotic bunch of outsiders.
Faced with a deluge of information that overwhelmed my brain, I simply threw all the jumbled mess of data into the depths of my mind and pulled out the essential information.
Wu Fengran? Fengran indicated that she does not have a surname.
What comes to mind is the first half of the life of a nobody from a wealthy family. Oh dear, she's a pushover. No interest, so I'll skip it.
Stop! What the heck? Married? Today? Me?
This is outrageous! I don't even know if he's a human or a ghost, yet he wants to marry me?
Just as Feng Ran was about to tear off the red veil, she heard very light footsteps coming from the doorway.
Stop immediately, don't panic. She hasn't finished processing the information yet. Remain calm and wait for the right moment.
For some reason, Feng Ran was extremely confident in herself. Even if the groom at the door tried to do something to her, she could beat him so badly that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.
After a long while, the groom at the door finally mustered his courage and pushed the door open to enter.
Feng Ran could feel the faint, delicate sound of his clothes rubbing together.
With his eyebrows raised high under the red veil, is this a shy young man?
She immediately stopped being in a hurry and decided to find out who this dawdling groom was.
While the groom was dawdling, Feng Ran had already finished processing all the important information. This time, she felt very at ease, knowing she had everything she needed and wasn't worried.
The one who's been dawdling is probably the legendary, brutal, bloodthirsty, and mentally unstable heir of the Marquis of Dingbei, commonly known as a fool.
And she was the bride of a noble family, whom the Marquis of Dingbei had obtained through military merit... her second younger sister.
Oh, so this is a melodramatic combination of time travel, substitute marriage, and idiot trope?
The properties of the object opposite are unknown and require further observation.
A cup of tea had passed, and the person opposite was still observing.
Feng Ran then…
My neck is about to break.
Why don't men wear such heavy phoenix crowns?
"I said, why don't you help me take off my phoenix crown first before you pretend to be profound?" Feng Ran really couldn't take it anymore.
As for why the other party was made to take action.
Firstly, it is out of respect for the groom, the exact percentage of which is unknown.
Secondly, Da Lao Ran believes she wouldn't.
The man opposite seemed to hesitate about something, and then moved half a step toward Feng Ran. Yes, just half a step.
Breathing is still a long way off.
"Could it be that my imposing presence is already threatening the young man opposite me, so he dares not step forward?" Feng Ran was overjoyed.
This is great! As long as we take the groom as our underling, what does it matter if it's the ancient world? We can still live a carefree life.
However, her neck simply couldn't take it, so Feng Ran had to do it herself and be self-sufficient.
Phew, finally I can see the roof beams again.
Feng Ran lifted her veil herself, startling the young man opposite her so much that he took a half step back.
Why not in one step?
Because there was no way out, my back was pressed against the door.
Seeing Feng Ran staring intently at him, the young man opened and closed his mouth, slowly uttering two words, "Madam."
Wow, her voice is quite nice. Aside from being a little shy, she doesn't seem sick at all.
If he hadn't been wearing wedding attire, Feng Ran would have thought he had accidentally wandered into the bridal chamber.
The young man is indeed very handsome. Feng Ran has little education; all she knows is how good-looking he is.
Since we're here, let's make the best of it.
Having just gone through her memories, she realized that it was impossible for her to return to her maternal family's Prime Minister's residence. After all, she had no mother and her father didn't love her. Going back would only make her a punching bag, and she couldn't pull off that kind of role.
The Marquis of Dingbei's residence is different. This person is the heir. Although his parents are still alive, they do not usually live in the same courtyard.
After much complex and meticulous (in Feng Ran's opinion) thought, she decided that from now on, the Marquis's mansion would be her home, and the young man across the street would be her reserve underling.
"Are you sure you want to stand so far away and talk to me?" Since you're going to take on a follower, you should first understand what the other party wants, Feng Ran took the initiative to speak.
The young man's pace quickened slightly this time, which gives you an idea of how fast he was.
Feng Ran couldn't stand it any longer. If the mountain wouldn't come to her, she would go to the mountain herself. She rushed to the young man in one stride.
"Quickly help me take it off, I feel like I'm standing tall and proud."
The phoenix crown on her head was too heavy; she felt as if she were being crushed by this mountain.
The young man wanted to say that "standing tall and upright" wasn't used like that, but he didn't say it.
With nowhere else to retreat, the young man could only reach out his trembling hand and gently and carefully help Feng Ran remove her phoenix crown.
The long tassels swayed constantly, and a few strands got caught on Feng Ran's hair. If Feng Ran could see them, she would definitely rip them off. She wouldn't be afraid of the pain.
Feng Ran noticed that the young man had been almost suffocating since she got close. Looking down at his neck, she was shocked to see it covered in goosebumps, which was quite frightening. Even his face was abnormally pale.
If it were just a blush, Feng Ran could tell herself that her young master was thinking the wrong thing, but this was clearly not the case.
It seems he's very afraid of her?
My brain, which had been processing information, finally spared a little energy for the person in front of me.
"You're afraid of strangers." Feng Ran's tone was firm. Before she finished speaking, she violently ripped off her phoenix crown, took a few steps back, and distanced herself from the young man. Fortunately, her important hairpins and ornaments had already been removed, though dozens of strands of her hair were broken.
Then the young man began to perform his silent sign language trick again, making Feng Ran's teeth ache.
If she hadn't just heard him say "madam," she might have thought he was aphasic.
Fortunately, the young man knew he might have difficulty speaking, so he simply nodded.
This time it felt much better.
In fact, his symptoms disappeared after Feng Ran left him.
People relaxed a bit.
Feng Ran rolled her eyes, using her not-so-bright brain to weigh the pros and cons.
The young man seems a bit off, but he's not irritable and was quite patient when taking her hair off. Does that mean he's someone who can be fattened up?
It seems the reserve underling is no good. He's so sluggish, yet she's already fought her way in and out three times, and he's still not weaned.
So, how about switching to sucking up to powerful figures?
"Today is our wedding night." Feng Ran's voice was weak, her head hanging low, and she gave her best acting skills to her young husband, her grievances practically overflowing.
In the young man's eyes, Feng Ran looked extremely wronged, her lowered eyes were brimming with tears, and her small body was exceptionally fragile.
Indeed, she was already unhappy after marrying him, and now her husband seemed to be afraid of her, so it was inevitable that she would feel sad. The young man suddenly felt a little guilty.
However, even with a belly full of words of comfort, they could only swirl in his mind, and once he tried to put them into words, he could hardly utter a sound.
Feng Ran tried to strike a pose for a long time, but no one appreciated it. Only then did she realize that she was throwing herself at a blind man.
Give up posing immediately and adopt a straightforward persona.
"Can you tell me your name?" That's right, she didn't know the groom's name from the original owner's memories.
The young man seemed a little surprised. Because Feng Ran had been keeping a safe distance from him, he was less nervous and answered a little faster.
"Duan Jingchuan." The voice was weak, slightly breathy, and somewhat disjointed, indicating that he was not a talkative person.
Zhen is a typical example of someone who is extremely concise with words.
"Oh, my name is Feng Ran." She introduced herself casually, feeling like she had forgotten something, but she couldn't remember.
After another moment of suffocation, a gentle male voice seemed somewhat puzzled, "Second Miss?"
Ah, it's a substitute marriage trope.
Feng Ran looked up innocently at Duan Jingchuan, only to find herself staring into a slightly repressed gaze, dark and seemingly capable of drawing one in. Before she could delve deeper, Duan Jingchuan lowered his head again.
She rolled her eyes. There was no way to clear up the fact that she had been forced into a marriage by another man, so she could only tell the truth.
"Yes, I am the second young lady of the Prime Minister's mansion, not the famous Miss Wu you are going to marry. Do you have anything to say?" After saying that, she stared straight at Duan Jingchuan. It didn't matter if he didn't let her get close, but she could at least look at him. He was really good-looking.
Feng Ran watched as Duan Jingchuan fell into self-doubt again, wanting to speak but unable to. She became anxious. Communicating with this person was too difficult; it took so long to get even a single question.
Instead of letting him launch into a long explanation, she went straight to the result: "What do you think? If you want to return me, then nod. If you want to bring that young lady over, then shake your head."
Upon hearing the first half of the sentence, Duan Jingchuan was about to shake his head, but before he could prepare himself, he heard the second half, and now he was completely unsure whether to nod or shake his head.
Feng Ran glanced at Duan Jingchuan and noticed that he hadn't reacted. Only then did she realize that there was something wrong with what she had said earlier.
But could a self-proclaimed big shot like Ran make a mistake? Of course not.
"In short, return or not?"
This time, Duan Jingchuan reacted faster, shaking his head quickly. Then, as if remembering something, he asked the question that had been swirling in his mind, uttering two words, "And you?"
Feng Ran thought she needed a translator to properly interpret the young man's inner thoughts.
What about you? This question carries a lot of meaning.
"I don't have any feelings for you right now." After saying that, she turned and walked towards the bed.
She'd been through a lot that night, and her brain was running out of memory. She felt a bit feverish and needed to rest.
Seeing that Feng Ran was about to go to bed, Duan Jingchuan was at a loss.
Feng Ran was truly helpless. She feared that this taciturn man would be difficult to get along with in the future, and even if she were to take on a follower, she wouldn't want one like him.
"Do you want to sleep with me or go out?"
Upon hearing this, Duan Jingchuan reacted quickly, immediately turning around, opening the door, stepping out, turning back, and closing the door in one smooth motion.
In the blink of an eye, Feng Ran was gone.
Whew, Feng Ran breathed a long sigh of relief.
Now, I've traveled back to ancient times and inexplicably gained a young man. This young man is most likely suffering from some kind of mental illness. It's unrealistic to abandon him; he has no money, no status, and no means of livelihood, so I can only continue to live a miserable life.
Of all things under heaven, sleeping is the most important.
I threw myself onto the bed and suddenly felt something uncomfortable under my waist. I lifted the blanket and was immediately speechless. The bed was covered with peanuts, melon seeds, longans and other such things.
She then touched her empty stomach. "I'm so hungry. I need to eat something. Are brides treated this badly these days?" She looked at her unusually complicated wedding dress and rolled her eyes at the roof beam.
"Where is she? Someone, come here!" In her memory, there should have been a maidservant who accompanied her during her dowry. How could she have been left all alone in the room, without food or a bath?
She walked unsteadily toward the dressing table, her face feeling uncomfortable, and she wanted to see what was wrong.
The bronze mirror didn't reflect people very clearly, but with Feng Ran's exceptional wisdom, she assured the heavens that she saw a female ghost in the mirror.
"My God! Who is this ghost?!"
Even the composed Feng Ran was momentarily startled by the person reflected in the bronze mirror.
She doesn't remember what she looks like, but this young lady is her.
She had noticed before that the body was very thin and looked malnourished, with limp limbs and difficulty breathing when speaking.
When she pulled off the phoenix crown, her hair was already half-disheveled, messy like a chicken coop, her eyes were swollen like walnuts, and the cheap powder on her pale face outlined a landscape painting that even Picasso couldn't understand, making Feng Ran feel dizzy.
"With such a face, no wonder that young man never dared to look me in the eye. He was disgusted by my appearance."
She was barely managing to dredge up the memories she had just thrown into the trash can of her mind.
It is said that this young lady was crying in fear when she was sent to the bridal chamber, and eventually cried herself to death, which is why she came to this world with this appearance.
This is something that Uncle cannot tolerate, and Auntie cannot tolerate even more.
With no response for a long time, Feng Ran's temper flared up. She had originally planned to stay quiet and behave herself for a while, but fate was against her.
He kicked the door open; hunger combined with being so disgusted by the ugliness had rendered him completely incapable of thinking.
"Is anyone there? Duan Jingchuan, where are you?"
As it turns out, the Lion's Roar technique is indeed true and extremely powerful.
However, the first one to emerge was not Duan Jingchuan, but her dowry maid, whose name seemed to be Chunhui?
Before Feng Ran could even make a request, the maid launched into a tirade, nearly knocking Feng Ran out of her mind.
“Miss, this place is not like the Prime Minister’s residence. You can’t run wild here. You should go back to your bridal chamber. The young master doesn’t like you now, so it’s best if you don’t come out.”
Feng Ran strongly suspected that she kept a horse on the grassland named Cao Ni.
The moment he opens his mouth, he's a master of veiled sarcasm. Is this thing some kind of maidservant?
The original owner of this body did not receive such good treatment in the Prime Minister's mansion. She had to take care of herself and was a pitiful little thing.
This must be a maid specially assigned by the original owner's stepmother, who probably still harbors the dream of climbing into her bed.
The original owner of this body was truly pitiful, but her starving stomach was even more pitiful.
Feng Ran was very hungry and didn't want to bother with such a despicable person.
He shouted again, "Duan Jingchuan, where are you?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than Feng Ran heard hurried footsteps approaching from afar.
Her newlywed husband, Duan Jingchuan, had his hair disheveled and his outer garment casually draped over his shoulders as he hurried toward her.
Accompanying them was an older person, probably a butler or similar role.
The butler, who knew Duan Jingchuan's personality very well, asked directly, "Does the Crown Princess have any instructions?"
This was the first time Feng Ran had ever seen such a grand scene. Before she could even react, the cheeky little maid next to her started speaking.
First, she gave Duan Jingchuan a sweet and coquettish bow. "Young Master, Miss was in a moment of panic and bumped into you. Please don't take offense. Would you like me to prepare some ginseng soup to calm your nerves?"
What is this?
What did she do wrong that she needs to apologize for?
Originally, Boss Ran didn't want to pay attention to such a little maid, as she was very hungry, but she didn't expect that this little maid would put a label on her as soon as she came up.
Perhaps it was because she was too hungry, or perhaps it was because Boss Ran was in a bad mood. In her bad mood, she became impulsive. Without saying a word, she grabbed the little maid by the throat. The little maid's eyes rolled back and her feet left the ground.
"Noisy".
If it weren't for the fact that her body was somewhat useless, Feng Ran would have liked to step on it, but she was afraid of straining her muscles.
There were three people present, plus Feng Ran: one perpetrator, one victim, and two bystanders.
"Madam." This time, Duan Jingchuan reacted much faster, speaking before the old butler could even finish his sentence, showing just how surprised he was.
The old housekeeper was caught off guard and confronted the irritable version of Feng Ran, leaving him feeling somewhat numb.
"Princess Consort, is there anything you need?" Her tone was as humble as could be.
After a series of friendly (and sometimes mad) negotiations between the two sides, Feng Ran ate her midnight snack with great satisfaction, enjoying the gentle bath given to her by her obedient little maid. She couldn't be happier.
The old butler and Duan Jingchuan were left alone, swaying in the pitch-black night, like rootless duckweed.
As for the little maid? Who's that? Just someone who appears to be killed off?
A note from the author:
This is a female protagonist who is uncultured and a complete disaster; don't expect her to become a refined lady.
The following is the pre-order synopsis. Feel free to add it to your favorites if you're passing by.
The tagline for "I've Heard Mammals All Have Double-Breasted Clothes":
[A handsome, strong, tragic, sickly, and innocent male protagonist VS a truly ruthless, seemingly innocent, and lazy female protagonist]
Ji Mingyao transmigrated into a book where demons and monsters lived in harmony, while only immortals shouted and killed them. Unfortunately, Ji Mingyao was that supreme immortal.
Ji Mingyao: Fairies are so cute, demons are so cool, and ghosts are naturally funny—who can replace them? Why fight? Wouldn't it be better for everyone to eat, drink, and have fun together?
However, the immortal was arrogant and unyielding, not a good partner for a life of leisure, so Ji Mingyao packed her bags and ran away overnight.
What a joke! If you don't run now, when will you? The original owner of this body in the book was a saint who drove the plot forward, and after her death, she was sliced into pieces.
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Yan Hui was half-demon and half-monster, and every race rejected him. After being tricked during a territory grab, he was covered in blood and could no longer maintain his human form, turning into an ugly appearance that he never wanted to see again.
He thought he could finally be free this time, but unexpectedly a fairy with low spiritual power saved him.
The little fairy was destitute, living in a drafty cave where she couldn't even catch food. Yet, she was incredibly brave, using him as a pillow and blanket...
Well, he's my savior, and with the little hair he has left, there's not much he can do.
The fairy diligently groomed his sparse fur every day and used her clumsy spiritual power to heal his wounds.
Yan Hui thought to herself, "She really loves me. After I recover, I will definitely repay her. Even if she is a fairy, I am willing to be with her."
But the pink bubble of love burst in less than three days. Yan Hui watched helplessly as the little fairy doted on another fluffy creature, even revealing starry eyes he had never seen before!
The crazed Yan Hui was overflowing with demonic energy. He didn't care about frightening the little fairy. He only wanted to carry her back to his cave and imprison her so that she would never see anyone else again.
The little fairy beneath the demonized Yan Hui asked, "I've heard that mammals all have double-breasted buttons. Where are yours?"
Just when everyone thought he was trembling with fear, Yan Hui, who had kindly revealed even more of his soft belly fur, exclaimed: !!!
"Give me back my fairy! Where did this gadfly come from?!"
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