Num instante, Jiang Si atravessou para dentro de um livro, tornando-se uma personagem secundária descartável. A original era ingênua e doce, acreditou nas palavras do protagonista masculino quando ele
In the early hours before dawn, the night was heavy with dew. The carved lacquer and silk lantern still burned softly, its pattern symbolizing peace through the seasons blurred in the flickering firelight. From the side chamber came faint sobbing of a woman, accompanied by a man’s deep, repeated sighs.
Outside, an elderly servant woman drew her cloak tighter and clasped her hands in prayer to the heavens.
“Heaven above, please watch over the Fifth Miss.”
The Fifth Miss was none other than Jiang Si, the legitimate daughter of Jiang Shen, the third son of Grand Tutor Jiang of the Dayin Dynasty.
A few days prior, Jiang Si had inexplicably caught a chill and had been burning with fever that refused to subside. Her mind would waver between delirium and fevered ramblings, terrifying her mother, Madam Gu, who kept vigil through the nights without daring to close her eyes.
“Master, do you think Yuge will pull through this time?”
Yuge was Jiang Si’s childhood nickname.
Since birth, Jiang Si had suffered from a congenital weakness, her frail body difficult to nurture. Years ago, when Jiang Shen was posted far to the remote Qiu Shui County, he had heard a local belief that weakly born girls were hard to raise, and that giving them a robust, yang-filled nickname might ensure a long life.
Jiang Shen looked at his wife, her eyes swollen from crying, then at their pale daughter on the bed, and sighed again. Suddenly, he exclaimed, “Yuge’s face is so pale—is the fever breaking?”
Madam Gu hesitated for a moment, then hurried over to