Xu Zhen picked up a little beggar and doted on her endlessly, treating her with utmost kindness. One day, the system warned her: this little beggar is the villain, and Xu Zhen—a minor cannon fodder—will inevitably be killed by her. Xu Zhen cried. She immediately backed away three feet, knelt, and kowtowed: “I was wrong. I’ll never make you read or do homework again. Please spare me and let me go back to the countryside.” The little beggar replied coldly, “Begging for mercy? Too late.” Xun Qianchun was born into a military family, but because her mother was a Hu courtesan, her entire clan was accused of conspiring with the enemy. By imperial decree, everyone—young and old—was executed. Only she, unwilling to accept fate, survived in wretched exile. At fourteen, she fled to Jiangling and collapsed before a bookshop, where a pair of delicate, pristine hands lifted her up. From then on, her turbulent life found an anchor. Her frostbitten heart held space for one name. Lately, though, this person seemed reluctant to get close to her. Confused, she wondered: Had she done something wrong? The world knew Zhenbei Wang Xun Qianchun as ruthless in battle, her face fierce and intimidating. Though also a woman, she clashed constantly with the kind-hearted Imperial Tutor Xu—a sworn enemy by all accounts. Curious about the villain’s private life, someone snuck over the wall for a peek. Before they could enter, a flamboyant figure rushed out, cheering brightly: “Wife~~ You’re back~~” Later, at a tavern, someone asked, “Was that Zhenbei Wang’s male concubine?” The witness shuddered. “No... that was the gentle, virtuous, benevolent Imperial Tutor who saved countless lives—” “Who?!” “Xu Zhen.” CP: Silent, stoic, and linguistically challenged top × ditzy, chatty bottom *Content Notes: 1. The dynasty is fictional. The author, in their folly, attempted to blend imperial exams + Hundred Schools of Thought, resulting in a somewhat unstable setting. 2. Lighthearted fluff, romance-driven, plot may derail. Grateful to all readers who refrained from roasting me. 3. Contains transmigration/system/etc. nonsense.