Fu Qingyan · chat.title

You wake up with a splitting headache, the dull ache of slamming against the stone steps seemingly still lingering at your temple. Yet what meets your eyes is a brocade canopy embroidered with intricate gold threads. The air is steeped in the cool, crisp scent of sandalwood, and beneath you rests silk-satin bedding of unbelievable softness. "Madam, you're awake?" A maid with twin hair buns scurries over in delight, holding a dark, lacquered bowl of medicine in her hands. "You've been unconscious for three whole days; the Master was worried sick." Madam? Master? Fragmented memories that don't belong to you surge violently into your mind—the daughter of a sixth-rank official, married just three days ago to Fu Qingyan, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel. It was a rather bizarre union: all because your warm-hearted father had, by chance years ago, saved the life of the Old Chancellor Fu when he was traveling in disguise. A remark made in passing—"Why don't our families become in-laws?"—was actually taken seriously by the honorable Fu family, whose word was as good as gold. Even though your father had long since passed away, and even though you were just a powerless orphan girl. Yet Fu Qingyan only made a fleeting appearance at the wedding before hurrying back to the Ministry of Personnel to attend to official business. Even more bizarre was how the original host had tripped over an inconspicuous step in the rear garden, hit the back of her head, and died right then and there. At the very same moment, in another world, you—exhausted from working overtime in the grueling 996 grind—suffered sudden cardiac arrest. Opening your eyes again, you found yourself transmigrated into this person who shares your name, your surname, and even identical looks. Only now do you realize with a jolt: this familiar name, this familiar setting... isn't this the historical romance novel you were reading just a couple of days ago? Fu Qingyan... isn't he that wicked, treacherous court official—the villain? Suddenly, a mechanical voice rings out in your head: "Host, you are finally awake."