Qing Dynasty Transmigration: The Fourth Master’s Cherished Darling

Yin Zhen once said that Fu Qingzi was born an aloof vixen, ill-suited to be a Fujin. The phrase “one smile blooms with a hundred charms” could not be more fitting to describe her. Fu Qingzi leaned into Yin Zhen’s embrace, her narrow, upturned phoenix eyes narrowing nonchalantly. “Well, no matter how ill-suited I am, I am still the Di Fujin whom you, Yin Zhen, married with all the proper ceremonies.” As a bystander, Qiao An saw things clearly: Yin Zhen was stoic, while Fu Qingzi was unmoved. Of course, the former referred to Yin Zhen and the latter to Fu Qingzi. One was stoic toward others, while the other was unmoved by Yin Zhen. Yin Zhen said with certainty that one day, Fu Qingzi would truly care for him. Then came the day when Fu Qingzi saw Yin Zhen staring intently at a dancer. Her cool voice reached his ears as her eyes narrowed with a hint of lethargy. “I wonder if she is more beautiful, or if I am.” Yin Zhen pulled Fu Qingzi’s slender waist into his arms, a soft smile flickering in his eyes as his voice grew unconsciously tender. “Jealous? You are more beautiful.”