On Lin Ran's first day after transmigrating, her new "mother" spent half a sack of coarse grain to buy her a wife. Lin Ran's pupils trembled in shock, her worldview shattered. Sure, the Daughter Kingdom was great-marriage between women was perfectly normal here-but she was a straight woman! Besides, this body of hers had dull yellow hair, sun-darkened skin, and palms rough with calluses. How could she possibly deserve a wife as stunning as a peach blossom yet cold as frost? ...Never mind. The "bought" wife was emaciated, her eyes tightly shut, her small face burning with fever. Whether she'd survive until tomorrow was anyone's guess. Lin Ran sighed. Saving her came first. She'd fatten the girl up, and when the time came for her to meet someone she truly loved, Lin Ran would even provide a dowry. Before the age of sixteen, Xie Yunyi was the cherished eldest daughter of the Marquis of Zhenbei's household-a proud, noble heiress with a future as bright as the sun. Then, like a bolt from the blue, she discovered she was an imposter who had "stolen the magpie's nest." Framed and sold into slavery, she became the wife of a coarse peasant girl in a backwater village. And yet, it was that very peasant girl who, while grumbling about her being "pampered, fussy, and high-maintenance," cared for her tenderly and helped her reclaim her true identity: the long-lost eldest daughter of the Empress, missing for twenty years. In the end, it was also that peasant girl-now a woman of great merit-who took her hand and led her step by step to the throne of the Golden Hall.

In the prestigious aristocratic academy, the top-ranked, talented, and beautiful young miss, Wen Xiaoyue, has been troubled lately. During the day, whenever she hurled insults at that clueless transfer student who didn't know her place, at night, she would dream of that very person "bullying" her back in indescribable ways. In reality, Wen Xiaoyue pinned the other girl against a pillar, threatening her to stay out of her sight. But in her dreams, it's her who gets pressed against the pillar and subjected to all sorts of unspeakable things! Young Miss (blushing with fury): You vile woman! You will pay for this! . .