Shen Yuanwei was in the midst of crossing over and had three identities to choose from.
“The first: a thirty-six-year-old heirless Emperor who toils desperately yet remains childless. His courtiers urge him daily to adopt an heir, watching helplessly as the dynasty slips from his grasp. He has lost all hope—but you possess a Good pregnancy constitution. You are the only one who can bear him a son! This Emperor awaits your salvation; this dynasty depends on you to secure its legacy!”
“The second: a twenty-one-year-old Manic God of War who suffers endlessly. Born with immense strength, he is tormented by its backlash, often losing his sanity. He must be bound in chains to prevent him from harming others. Yet, your body harbors a calming power—you can soothe his raging energy. You alone can restore this scorned madman to the radiant God of War he once was!”
“The third: an eighteen-year-old, reclusive and gynophobic prince who longs for death each day. The mere approach of a woman sends him trembling under tables or beds. His heart cries out in silence, trapped without recourse, leading him to self-harm behind closed doors. But you can hear the voices of the withdrawn—you are the only one who can reach his heart, his sole redemption!”
Shen Yuanwei was momentarily speechless.
She turned to the floating white orb beside her. “Can’t I just have a normal world? Can’t I meet someone… healthy and ordinary?”
The orb snorted. “What’s so great about normal people? They change their hearts! I’ve seen countless men who loved passionately end up cheating. You don’t still believe in true love, do you? Even if it exists, what are the odds you’d find it? Out of eighty hostages, you were the one unlucky enough to get shot—how could you possibly stumble upon a beautiful romance? These flawed ones are better—they’ll need you for life, utterly dependent on you!”
Shen Yuanwei fell silent.
It made sense.
She was the long-lost daughter of a wealthy family, reclaimed by her father during her freshman year of college. Yet, she never fit in with the polyglot, multi-talented young masters and misses around her. Choosing to distance herself from high society, she used the vast fortune from her father to travel far and wide, doing good deeds.
A day ago, she had the misfortune of encountering a robbery gang at a bank. Among over eighty hostages, she was randomly chosen and shot in the head—a stroke of sheer bad luck.
Fortunately, as her soul dissipated, she met this orb. It told her that her years of helping millions had accumulated immeasurable virtue, granting her a chance at rebirth.
And so, she now faced three choices.
But the heirless Emperor, who exhausts himself nightly with his Imperial Concubines? She wasn’t keen on competing with hundreds of women for a man—a modern woman had no need for that.
As for the reclusive, gynophobic prince, dealing with someone like that would be exhausting. Constantly counseling and saving him might leave her the one needing therapy.
By comparison, the Manic God of War seemed better. A few kisses and hugs could calm him—how simple was that?
Yet, those with overwhelming merit often meet tragic ends, dragging their wives and children down with them…
Suddenly, an idea struck Shen Yuanwei.
“Must I choose just one? Can’t I pick two or all three?”
Without waiting for the orb’s response, she launched into a rapid-fire speech—”Can’t I first spend a few blissful years with the Manic God of War, then unfortunately catch the eye of the heirless Emperor? The heirless Emperor forces me into the palace and threatens me with my husband’s life, compelling me to bear a Little Imperial Son. After that, I abandon both husband and child to return to the Manic God of War and reconcile with him? Don’t you see? This is the best of both worlds – the heirless Emperor gets a son to secure the dynasty’s succession, while the God of War no longer needs to fear execution for his overwhelming merits. I can protect the God of War and ensure he lives a long life!”
“……”
The white light sphere froze.
Good heavens!
How greedy!
To have even one such partner would be extraordinary, yet this woman wants them all!
It said irritably, “Don’t be too greedy in life!”
Shen Yuanwei rested her chin on her hand, smiling brightly. “This is only fair. I have a pure, untouched body, so of course I should marry the pure, untouched Manic God of War. How can you expect a virgin like me to serve a man with countless Imperial Concubines?”The light sphere said faintly, ‘You disdain the Emperor for being impure, but if you sleep with him and even bear his child, wouldn’t you become impure too?” Then wouldn’t it be unfair to the perfectly pure God of War if you, now impure, go to him?”
Shen Yuanwei nodded slowly. “That makes sense. Then let the God of War disdain me, and in my grief, I become reclusive and become fellow patients with the reclusive Prince?”
The white light sphere nearly blurted out “shameless” but barely managed to hold back.
She really intends to catch all three men in her net, leaving none behind!
“Let me ask you – among these three unfortunate men, if I only choose the God of War, will there be other time travelers to save the heirless Emperor and the reclusive Prince?”
Shen Yuanwei asked.
The light sphere said, “No. If you choose to redeem the General, the heirless Emperor and reclusive Prince will despair and await death – this is their original destiny.”
Shen Yuanwei slapped her thigh, delighted. “See? Since no one will save them anyway, why not let me try? Maybe I can save all three of them together!”
The light sphere stared at Shen Yuanwei. “What, do you really want to serve three husbands?”
Shen Yuanwei thought to herself that she didn’t want to serve three husbands – she just wanted the golden fingers associated with these three men.
With only one golden finger, she would have to rely entirely on that one man, and her future happiness would depend entirely on his conscience.
But if she possessed three golden fingers simultaneously, she would have three fallback options! Then she could live freely and dominantly!
Shen Yuanwei looked up with a smile. “What ‘serving three husbands’ – that sounds awful. Wouldn’t ‘three husbands serving me’ sound much better?”
The light sphere spun around speechlessly for a few moments, then suddenly revealed a wicked smile.
“Fine, I’ll grant your wish. From this moment, you will be reborn in the Great Yong Dynasty in your original body. Go now, and good luck.”
Shen Yuanwei looked at the light sphere in surprise – it agreed so easily?
Could this be a trap?
The next moment, Shen Yuanwei was kicked by the light sphere into the new world.
As she tumbled away, she didn’t hear the white light sphere’s muttering to itself:
“You want to live blissfully with the God of War, do you? Well, I’ll make sure the heirless Emperor discovers your Good pregnancy constitution right on your wedding day!”
“An emperor who hasn’t produced a son in eighteen years suddenly learns that you can bear him a child – guess how obsessed he’ll become with you? Guess how madly he’ll behave, hmm? Seizing a subject’s wife – watch out for blood splattering on you!””And don’t forget the reclusive prince—I forgot to mention he’s a sinister madman. If he becomes obsessed with you but can’t have you, you’ll die a gruesome death!”
“So you must keep these three men properly appeased. Don’t lightly disappoint any of them, otherwise…”
…
Great Yong Kingdom.
A streak of white light flashed past the Hall of Supreme Harmony in the imperial palace, marking Shen Yuanwei’s cheerful entry into this new world.
Inside the hall, the exceptionally handsome Emperor Xie Junlin was reviewing memorials with lowered eyes. Noticing the light outside the window, he suddenly looked up—his sword-like eyebrows sharp and noble, his profound eyes sparkling like a mysterious galaxy.
“Your Majesty, will you be holding a consort selection this year to expand the imperial harem?”
The elderly eunuch beside the emperor cautiously glanced at the childless ruler of many years, his voice growing even softer.
“This old servant has heard the imperial clansmen are already courting court officials. They’re convinced Your Majesty cannot produce an heir, so they brazenly covet your throne, wanting to have their own sons designated as your successor!”
“But how dare they?”
“When the kingdom was crumbling back then, they followed the Late Emperor in abandoning the entire city’s population and fleeing, leaving sixteen-year-old You to defend the city gates alone. It was You who fought desperately to quell the rebellion and reclaim the empire—and You who suffered physical injuries making conception difficult. Now those shameless creatures return to covet your position!”
“The thought of the empire You painstakingly built ultimately falling into their hands makes this old servant’s heart ache enough to vomit blood!”
“Your Majesty, You must hold the consort selection. You must have your own flesh and blood—how can your throne be handed to those who abandoned and betrayed You?”