She didn’t want these two to get together, and she wanted to marry Xu Chengxiao herself. So, during a banquet, she used her stepsister to lure Xu Chengxiao and then drugged him.
However, the two saw through her plan. Yan Yue turned the tables and arranged for the original Yan Qing to end up in another man’s bed.
Although nothing happened, just sharing the same bed was enough to ruin the original’s reputation entirely.
The unlucky man caught in Yan Yue and Xu Chengxiao’s scheme was Ji Jiaxun, the only son of the Princess Royal and Marquis of Pingwu.
This man was notorious in the capital for being a troublemaker. Spending his days idly teasing cats and dogs, and frequenting brothels or taverns, he was the definition of a spoiled playboy. However, since he had powerful backing and never caused real trouble, he managed to live an unbothered life.
Originally, Yan Qing was supposed to become Ji Jiaxun’s concubine. But with the Chancellor and the Song family pleading on her behalf, the Emperor issued a decree to silence the rumors, and Yan Qing was made Ji Jiaxun’s legitimate wife.
But Ji Jiaxun, being the playboy he was, deeply resented being manipulated and forced into marriage with Yan Qing. That’s why the embarrassing scene during the wedding procession unfolded.
No one made things difficult for him. Yan Xu had completely lost faith in his sister and refused to help her. Even when Ji Jiaxun deliberately humiliated her, he stayed silent.
If Yan Qing hadn’t transmigrated into this body, the original Yan Qing would’ve torn off her bridal veil on the spot, publicly berating Ji Jiaxun and turning the wedding into a laughingstock. She would have made herself a complete joke.
Even so, she still would have married into the Ji family, only to face the torment of her mother-in-law, grandmother-in-law, and even Yan Yue’s constant ridicule.
The original Yan Qing fought back against Yan Yue many times but was always outwitted and ended up the laughingstock. Yan Yue’s mockery only deepened her resentment.
Her relationship with Ji Jiaxun deteriorated quickly. On their wedding night, Ji Jiaxun went to the brothels, and their marriage only got worse from there.
Yet despite all this, she still lived a life of luxury and indulgence.
That is until war broke out in the northwest. Ji Jiaxun’s parents went to quell the unrest but both perished in battle. To make matters worse, rumors spread that the Marquis of Pingwu had colluded with the rebels. The Ji family was sentenced to death, wiping out nine generations, including the original Yan Qing.
Meanwhile, Xu Chengxiao earned military accolades in the northwest, returned triumphantly, married Yan Yue, and seized the throne after eliminating his brothers.
A mournful and despairing voice echoed in Yan Qing’s mind: “I just wanted a happy marriage… sob…”
Yan Qing responded, “Alright.” Worst case, she thought, she’d just put in more effort—or change husbands if needed!
As the original owner’s final wish manifested, a system notification appeared: [Mission: Prevent Xu Chengxiao from ascending the throne.]
…
The memories settled just as the bridal sedan stopped.
Yan Qing rubbed her throbbing temple as the sedan door opened, revealing a blurry figure. A red silk ribbon was placed in her hands—a ceremonial fabric both bride and groom were to hold.
Grasping the ribbon, Yan Qing was helped out of the sedan, compliant and reserved, letting others guide her every move. Her docile demeanor contrasted sharply with the original owner’s infamous reputation.
At the altar, the Princess Royal and her husband, Ji Wenjing, exchanged confused glances. Their son’s laid-back posture alongside their seemingly poised and elegant daughter-in-law made for an odd picture.
Weren’t they told that the Chancellor’s daughter was ill-mannered, arrogant, and disgraced? Yet here she was—graceful, demure, and composed, exuding dignity.
Their son, by contrast, looked like a complete fool standing next to her.
The Princess Royal shot her son a glare.
Ji Jiaxun, a handsome young man with rosy lips and white teeth, simply grinned, flashing his dazzling smile. His cheeky demeanor made it hard for his doting mother to stay angry. She signaled the master of ceremonies to hurry along with the rituals.
The loud proclamation of “a fine couple!” echoed in the hall.
Yan Qing remained motionless, poised, and dignified. Next to her, Ji Jiaxun stood sloppily, his careless attitude making him look spineless.
Ji Wenjing shook his head in disapproval. If this weren’t his son, he wouldn’t have spared him a second glance. How had he and his wife, such fine examples, produced a son like this?
The rituals were completed, culminating in tea offerings to the elders.
Yan Qing braced herself, expecting some subtle jabs or an indirect scolding. Surely, the elders would seize the opportunity to put her in her place.
But to her surprise, they accepted the tea graciously without a word of reproach.
This was a stark departure from the original owner’s memories.
Reflecting on it, Yan Qing realized the difference: the original owner had thrown a tantrum during the ceremony, and Yan Xu had been forced to intervene, ultimately threatening her to comply. Naturally, such behavior wouldn’t have earned her the elders’ goodwill.
Now, though, they seemed reasonable—don’t stir trouble, and they won’t stir trouble for you.
…
After the ceremony, Yan Qing was escorted toward her new quarters. Halfway there, a cheerful voice rang out beside her: “You all go on. I have something to do.”
With that, Ji Jiaxun turned and bolted.
The group of maids froze, stunned by his abrupt departure.
Yan Qing frowned and instinctively reached to lift her veil, but the bridal attendant quickly stopped her. “Young Madam, please wait. They’ve already gone to fetch the young master. It’s bad luck if anyone other than the groom lifts your veil!”
Yan Qing pursed her lips and decided to endure.
She continued following the bridal attendants into the room, sitting quietly as her two personal maids busied themselves tidying up the space and unpacking her belongings.
Yan Qing remained composed, waiting patiently.
Eventually, she yawned and asked softly, “Where is the young master?
Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152