I Got Together with the Goddess [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

Jiang Yiqing had gotten drunk at her graduation farewell banquet. The surroundings were hot and noisy; feeling unwell, she left the table alone and headed for the restroom. She only remembered sitting on the toilet at the very end…

Jiang Yiqing had been drunk at her graduation banquet. The environment was stifling and loud. Feeling miserable, she slipped away to the restroom by herself.

She remembered splashing water on her face and eventually leaning against the wall. It felt as if ten thousand bees were fluttering their wings inside her skull—a noisy, terrible sensation.

After an unknown amount of time, a sudden moment of silence fell over her ears. The discomfort faded, and she seemed to drift off to sleep.

She didn’t know how long she had been asleep, but her mind suddenly became clear. Jiang Yiqing heard a commotion nearby and felt a slight jolting sensation; it seemed she was in motion.

She opened her eyes, but her field of vision was obstructed. Anxious, she snatched the object off her head. What met her eyes was an overwhelming sea of red. She rubbed her eyes, but the colors remained unchanged.

Looking closely, she found herself inside a space constructed of red rosewood. The red she saw was vermillion brocade, and the openwork carved windows were adorned with large, red “Double Happiness” characters. In her hands, she held a bright red bridal veil embroidered with Mandarin ducks playing in the water.

Jiang Yiqing was stunned.

She saw that she was dressed in a magnificent red wedding gown featuring dark patterns of twin lotus flowers on a single stalk. Her head felt heavy with the clinking of jewelry. The tassels hanging from her shawl swayed slightly with the motion of the carriage. It truly seemed to be the ensemble of a “Phoenix Crown and Cloud Shoulder.” Outside, festive ancient music played, punctuated by the occasional sound of gongs and drums. No way… was she currently in a bridal sedan, turned into a girl wearing a wedding dress?

Had she… traveled through time?

Although Jiang Yiqing considered herself quite adaptable, she was still dazed by the current situation. Her first instinct was that her classmates were playing a prank on her. But who would go to such great lengths and expense just to give her a fright?

She desperately wanted to pull back the curtain to see what the streets outside looked like—were they the city streets she knew? However, she didn’t dare. A bride was likely forbidden from such behavior, and Jiang Yiqing didn’t want to be stared at with strange looks.

It was better to wait and see what would happen next.

Thinking this, she sat quietly in the sedan and replaced the veil. Finally, the sedan came to a halt. Someone pulled back the curtain and reached a hand inside. Jiang Yiqing naturally placed her hand upon it.

The bride’s hand was fair and lustrous, as if glowing with the sheen of a pearl. Her slender fingers shone like jade against the crimson backdrop, drawing the gazes of the bystanders.

She stepped out of the sedan. Through the gaps in the lace of her veil, she saw a white horse in front of her. Atop the horse was a noble figure with long, flowing hair dressed in wedding robes. The figure nimbly stepped off the stirrups and dismounted. On those snow-white boots were embroidered lotus patterns. The long legs glimpsed beneath the hem were slender and graceful. Though it was only for a moment, Jiang Yiqing was starstruck.

Her gaze involuntarily followed those legs upward. She saw that the noble person possessed an exquisitely beautiful “hibiscus face,” looking calm and composed. Sensing Jiang Yiqing’s gaze, the person looked toward her. That dignified and beautiful face rooted Jiang Yiqing to the spot, her face turning red unconsciously.

The person she was marrying… was actually such a beautiful woman?

Was she dreaming? Had she not woken up yet?

Jiang Yiqing felt lightheaded, thinking that if this was a dream, she would like it to last a little longer.

She was led forward, with the noblewoman walking alongside her. They entered a prestigious and solemn grand estate. Jiang Yiqing clearly saw the three words “General’s Mansion” shining brightly in her field of vision. Below were rows of door nails in an eight-by-eight formation on a vermillion gate. Countless red lanterns of all sizes hung from the lintel, all proclaiming the joy of an auspicious event.

They passed through several courtyards and circular gates within the estate before finally stopping. Jiang Yiqing was led into a room where a wedding matron babbled a long list of instructions. Jiang Yiqing didn’t take in a single word, simply repeating “I understand” and “Okay” with respectful compliance.

“This is the first time I’ve had a dream like this,” Jiang Yiqing murmured to herself. She tossed the veil aside and noticed a silver kettle and cup on a nearby cabinet. Extending her hand from her long red sleeves, she poured herself a cup of water.

Just moments ago, she was at a graduation party, and now she was experiencing this. If it hadn’t happened to her personally, she would never have believed it. She felt as if she were in a peculiar state between reality and a dream.

The new environment made her uneasy, but Jiang Yiqing suppressed her anxiety and scanned the room. When her gaze passed over a bronze “Green Phoenix” mirror, she saw her own reflection.

The person in the mirror looked exactly like her—a natural beauty. With her eyebrows painted and lips tinted, a light dusting of rouge made her lips look ruby-red and her eyes soft. She looked like a painting. The phoenix crown and wedding robes made her appear as exquisite as jade, a peerless beauty.

I really am beautiful, Jiang Yiqing thought, though she told herself to stay calm.

Just as she was admiring herself, the faint sound of a door opening echoed from outside. Terrified, Jiang Yiqing rushed to put her veil back on.

Immediately after, a brief conversation drifted through the bead curtains.

“Young Lord, do you require my service?” It was a woman’s voice, likely a maid of the house.

“No need. You may go.”

This “Young Lord’s” voice was incredibly pleasant—androgynous and cool, like the low notes of a zither, yet carrying an undeniable authority.

While she was still immersed in the joy of hearing such a beautiful voice, the door was pushed open. Through the gaps of her veil, Jiang Yiqing once again saw that exquisitely beautiful woman in wedding robes.

Brows like the autumn moon, eyes containing the glow of stars—her face was elegant and dignified, her posture spirited, and her sleeves fluttering. It was as if phrases like “the light of a jade lantern turning” or “a thousand trees blossoming” had suddenly become personified. Her presence made all the surrounding decorations pale in comparison. However, the beauty’s thin lips were slightly pursed; she seemed somewhat unhappy.

Jiang Yiqing was profoundly shocked. Her eyes widened as she watched her, finding her more beautiful with every second.

Si Xuan (Si Xuansu) brushed past the bead curtains. She saw a young girl with a beautiful silhouette and a slender waist sitting on the bed. She hesitated to speak, then walked to the table and sat down, pouring two cups of wedding wine.

The close-range observation made Jiang Yiqing feel the woman’s peerless grace even more intensely. Her face couldn’t help but redden slightly.

Jiang Yiqing appeared calm on the surface, but she was clenching her hands tightly, her mind in total chaos. What was going on?

Was she really in another time? Was she not dreaming?

But does a person in a dream know they are dreaming?

While she was lost in thought, Si Xuansu picked up the wine cups and approached her. Jiang Yiqing felt her heart rate begin to accelerate.

Si Xuansu sat down beside her. Jiang Yiqing caught a very pleasant floral scent from her. Moreover, as the woman leaned closer and their arms brushed against each other, Jiang Yiqing’s mind went blank with nervousness.

Si Xuansu used a jade ruyi from a nearby tray to lift Jiang Yiqing’s veil. They locked eyes. She saw a woman with skin like jade—translucent and lovely—with eyes full of spirit. However, at this moment, the girl looked somewhat dazed and ignorant, which stirred a sense of pity in Si Xuansu’s heart. She sighed inwardly.

Jiang Yiqing was completely stunned. Her marriage partner was this beautiful woman—a female general with explosive combat power, both strong and gorgeous. A journey to ancient times with a perfect starting hand?

Si Xuansu handed a cup of wine to Jiang Yiqing, who hurried to take it.

“Please.”

Si Xuansu spoke only one word, but Jiang Yiqing felt unable to refuse. Seeing the woman raise her hand to drink with such elegant posture, she also drained the cup in one gulp.

The wine was unexpectedly hot and spicy, searing its way down to her lungs. Jiang Yiqing felt even more lightheaded.

Was… was this the “crossed-arm” wedding wine?

Seeing her flushed face, Si Xuansu averted her gaze.

“Poor girl. But rest assured, since you have entered the doors of our house, I will certainly protect your safety,” Si Xuansu said in a low voice.

Jiang Yiqing’s mind was full of questions. Hearing this, she couldn’t help but ask, “Are we… married?”

Si Xuansu’s expression wavered for a moment before she nodded and said, “Indeed.”

But they were both women. This marriage was unusual no matter how one thought about it.

“Why is it like this?” Jiang Yiqing asked blankly.

Si Xuansu’s gaze seemed to grow even more pitying. She spoke softly, “You are joining as a matrilocal husband in your brother’s stead. Did the Jiang family not tell you?”

A matrilocal husband in her brother’s stead? She had heard of girls marrying in place of their sisters, but never of a girl becoming a “husband” in place of her brother. Jiang Yiqing felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her head, nearly knocking her out. What… or rather, what had the original owner of this body gone through?!

However, speaking of being “pitiful,” Si Xuansu was the same. Her intended “husband” was gone, replaced by a young girl. She wondered if the general minded.

Seeing Si Xuansu’s indifferent expression, which made it impossible to tell what she was thinking, Jiang Yiqing said tentatively, “If that’s really the case, I’m truly sorry for you…”

Si Xuansu was momentarily stunned. she found the girl in front of her quite interesting; clearly, the girl was the one in a more tragic position, yet she was worrying about her instead. It made her want to smile.

That smile was like the first blooming of moonlight—the Goddess of the Moon descending to earth. Jiang Yiqing was dazed once again.

“For me, this is better. I only hope it does not trouble you.”

Hearing her words, Jiang Yiqing was a bit stunned but understood. Since the family wanted a matrilocal husband, it meant Si Xuansu was likely a female general. To put it bluntly, a husband was just a figurehead—it didn’t matter if there was one or not.

“I’m not troubled either,” Jiang Yiqing told her. In fact, this was great. The noblewoman thought the same way she did, which was wonderful.

Si Xuansu saw that she didn’t seem sad at all about being married off, appearing optimistic and lively instead. She was surprised but felt even more tenderness for her, thinking it was a shame for such a girl to be reduced to standing in for her brother.

Si Xuansu smiled and said, “That is good then.”

“My name is Si Xuansu. You can just call me Xuansu.”

She turned around and took off her outer robe, revealing inner garments made of vermillion silk. Her silhouette was graceful and her figure beautiful; in the shimmering light, the curves of her body became clearer. Jiang Yiqing pinched her nose, fearing a nosebleed.

Damn, I can’t be this thirsty, she thought.

“My name is…”

“Is it Yiqing?”

“Yes.”

Ah, so she knew. The name was exactly the same. Was this her past life?

Jiang Yiqing paused, then also took off her wedding robe. Feeling a bit cold, she huddled her body under the covers.

Si Xuansu sat at the table reading a book. Her profile was elegant and moving; her aura and posture were the most superior Jiang Yiqing had ever seen. How could such a perfect person exist in the world? She couldn’t help but stare at her blankly.

Furthermore, she was not only beautiful but also diligent, which deepened Jiang Yiqing’s admiration for her.

After an unknown amount of time, the wedding candles were almost burnt out, yet Si Xuansu was still reading.

“…Are you not going to rest yet?” Jiang Yiqing couldn’t help but ask.

Si Xuansu rubbed her brow, appearing a bit tired herself. She glanced at Jiang Yiqing and said, “Very well, I shall rest too. May I sleep beside you?”

Jiang Yiqing thought to herself that since the bed belonged to her family, of course she could. Two girls—what was there to fear?

So she nodded. Si Xuansu gave a small smile, blew out the candle, and walked toward the bed.

In the darkness, Jiang Yiqing felt a fragrance fill her nostrils. She was too nervous to move. A corner of the quilt was lifted, and the pillow beside her sank slightly. No cold air managed to seep in. The soft bedding seemed to tilt toward the side, drawing Jiang Yiqing in that direction.

Si Xuansu was actually lying right next to her. Jiang Yiqing was so nervous she didn’t move an inch, let alone strike up a conversation. Realizing she was holding her breath, she hurried to breathe normally.

She felt like a tightly wound string, but eventually, her spirit could no longer hold out. The string snapped, and she drifted off into sleep.

In the dark, Si Xuansu tucked the corner of the quilt for her. Upon touching that warm, soft skin, her hand paused for a moment before she withdrew it.