Mi primer marido después de la transmigración

Capítulo 1

Do not lean against the west railing to lock in the clear autumn.

Author: Zitong Genre: Romance Novel - Time Travel

Keywords: Mu Huaien (Yin Qingqiu), Shen Haoyu, Shen Zexuan, time travel/alternate universe

She finally transmigrated into the body of a noblewoman, only to be expelled from her home by her cold-hearted father.

To survive, she disguised herself as a man and sold herself into the royal palace for more than ten years, living in constant fear.

He said: I don't want to just be your Ting-gege (brother Ting)...

He said: From the moment he kissed you, I hated myself for only being able to call you "sister"...

He said: Since you have sold yourself to me, you belong to me...

He said: I've seen too many women. I knew you weren't a man the moment I saw you. Don't even think about escaping...

He said: What you want to protect, I will try my best to protect for you. As long as we live, let's not turn against each other...

Once she regains her female identity, how will she resolve the grudges and entanglements she has accumulated along the way?

Amidst power struggles, suspicion, and bloodshed, with nations in turmoil and war raging, how can the last vestige of peace be preserved?

Do not lean against the west railing to lock in the clear autumn. Chapter 001

Chapter word count: 3081 Update time: 09-07-25 10:59

When I opened my eyes again, I was sure I wasn't dreaming.

"Miss, you're finally awake!" An old woman seemed relieved to see me wake up.

When I first saw her, I was startled because the unfamiliar environment and the unfamiliar person in front of me left me wondering what was happening to me. Now, I'm certain, and I've resigned myself to it: the time-travel story I've fantasized about a thousand times has finally come true for me. Why did Buddha notice me this time?

"Um, water..." I managed to utter a few words with difficulty.

Momo quickly picked me up, ran to the table, poured a glass of water, and shakily brought it to my lips. I bit the glass and drank the water clean. After drinking the water, I seemed to have more energy. I looked around the room carefully; there was nothing valuable or special inside. The family didn't seem to be very well-off.

I jumped down from Momo's lap and climbed onto the stool in front of the dressing table. A bewildered little girl appeared in the mirror. Was it bad luck or good? Becoming a three-year-old child was like gaining twenty more years of life. I wasn't too worried about revealing my ignorance of the world; after all, I was still a child, with plenty of time to learn. But what about my family? Why couldn't I see anyone else besides Momo?

"Where's Mom?" I turned to ask Momo.

"Miss, haven't I always told you that your mother is gone and that Madam Jing is your mother now?" Momo said in a panic, almost covering my mouth.

"And what about her?" What's her situation?

"Madam Jing needs to take care of the young master, and he's been sick these past few days. Would you like to have something to eat first, and then I'll take you to see her?"

I nodded. Can I say it's not good?

"Um, did I sleep for a long time because I was sick?" I asked Momo cautiously.

"Miss, you have a slight fever. I used a folk remedy to bring it down. Please don't tell anyone that you were sick. If the Marquis finds out, you and everyone in our courtyard will be in trouble," Momo carefully instructed.

"Why? Who is the Marquis?" I was puzzled by this rule, which prevented even people from getting sick.

Momo stared at me with wide eyes, then her eyes reddened. She sighed and carried me back to bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she stroked my head and said earnestly, "Miss, although you're still young, you need to be sensible early on here. Even though the Marquis is your father, he hardly remembers he has a daughter and son in this courtyard. You've hardly seen him at all. It's a pity the Madam passed away a few days ago, and the Marquis didn't even come to see her. Fortunately, there's Madam Jing here to look after us, but unfortunately, Madam Jing is even less favored than your mother."

"Does the Marquis have many children?" I asked in confusion. It's one thing to have daughters, but why doesn't he care about his sons?

“He doesn’t have many children, but he has many wives. Apart from the children of the First Madam and Madam Wen, the others are all children of wives who are not favored, so he can hardly remember them.” Momo sighed again, “Miss, it would have been better if you had been born into an ordinary family, at least you would have had parents who love you. Miss, you should lie down for a while, I’ll go to the kitchen to see if lunch is ready.” With that, she left.

Just as I was lying in bed sorting out my thoughts, a beautiful young woman carrying a child entered my room.

"Huai'en, are you feeling better?" She sat down on the small stool by the bed and asked me hesitantly.

"Okay, I can get up now." I got up and was about to get out of bed when she quickly stopped me. This must be Madam Jing.

"Where's Li Momo? Why isn't she looking at you?"

"She went to the kitchen, I'm hungry," I said, glancing at the child in her arms.

"Oh, it was my oversight," Mrs. Jing said apologetically, looking at me. "Are you still feeling dizzy?"

I shook my head, staring intently at her, trying to fully exploit the child's innocence and naivety to win her maximum maternal love.

"What's wrong? Don't you recognize your aunt after only two days?" Madam Jing asked with a smile.

"Momo said you'll be my mother from now on, right?" I looked at her the same way.

"If you're willing, I'll be your mother. You and your brother Zinuo are both my children." Madam Jing hugged me.

"I'm so afraid I'll forget what my mother looks like. What if I really forget? Will I be a bad child? Will you still love me?" I said softly.

Madam Jing put me down, walked to the desk, and took out a scroll from a large porcelain vase. She gestured for me to come over, and slowly unrolled the scroll, revealing a charming and graceful woman before me.

"Huai'en, this is your mother's self-portrait. Whenever you miss her, open it and take a look. Remember to keep it safe, or you'll never see her again if you lose it." Madam Jing gently stroked the portrait, her eyes brimming with sorrow. She and her mother must have had a very good relationship.

Having carefully examined the portrait, my mother's face is now deeply etched in my mind. She was a very beautiful woman, and Lady Jing was also very pretty, but why did my father, the Marquis, rarely even see them? Weren't those favored ladies incredibly beautiful?

"Why doesn't Father like us? He didn't even look at Mother one last time?" I asked anxiously.

“Huai’en is still young. When you grow up, your aunt will tell you. What you need to do now is take good care of yourself and grow up safely, okay?” Madam Jing put the scroll away and returned it to its original place.

"Then, Auntie, are you and Mother very close?"

"Your aunt was a maid who served your mother since she was a child, but we were like sisters. So no matter how you look at it, your aunt will treat you as her own child," Madam Jing said with a faint smile.

“Huai’en will take good care of his aunt and treat his younger brother like his own brother. But why won’t Li Momo let me mention our mother or tell anyone that I’m sick?” I remembered how anxious Momo looked when I first woke up.

Upon hearing this, Madam Jing abruptly pulled me close, wrapping her arm tightly around me. Her voice suddenly became heavy and suppressed: "Huai'en, you must remember your mother, understand? You can't mention her, but you can't forget her. Your mother was wronged and beaten to death by the Marquis's men! Everyone in our courtyard was implicated. The Marquis declared that anyone who mentioned your mother would be expelled from the manor. As for the illness, it's because the First Madam happened to be ill, and the Marquis was afraid that others would also fall ill, which would be unlucky. Anyone who fell ill during this period had to move out. I didn't tell you the cause of your mother's death before because I didn't expect the Marquis to be so heartless."

I stared at her in disbelief. If what she said was true, what kind of person was the Marquis? If he cared so much about the First Madam, how come he married so many wives, one after another? And after marrying so many wives, he treated them like discarded weeds, even the children were unlovable. Everyone around him seemed so afraid of him. A chill ran through me. I wasn't afraid of him, but I felt sorrow and injustice for my mother and Lady Jing.