In the ninth year of Jinghe, in the wild frontier lands of Western Chu, war raged along the borders. The people were plunged into misery; devastation was everywhere, and life was like living in hell.
At the foot of Biyun Mountain, in Zhao Family Village, there stood a thatched cottage.
The house had not been repaired for years and was already in ruins—one strong wind or heavy rain could easily destroy it.
Inside the hut, a raggedly dressed old woman sat beside a bed, looking at her motionless granddaughter.
She began to cry again, unable to remember how many times she had wept already.
“Yiyi, my dear Yiyi, how could you be so foolish?
How could you jump into the river? If you leave me, how am I supposed to live?
How can I face your deceased parents? It’s all my fault for not taking good care of you!”
As she cried, she beat her chest with her fists, her sobs growing more and more pitiful.
Suddenly, the fingers of the person lying on the bed twitched, and slowly, she opened her eyes.
But her throat was hoarse; she could not utter a single word.
The old woman seemed to sense her awakening. Excited, she grabbed the girl’s hand and exclaimed:
“Yiyi, you’re awake? You’re finally awake, my precious granddaughter!”
She clasped her hands together in prayer. “Thank heavens! Thank Guanyin Bodhisattva for protecting us—my Yiyi has finally woken up!”
After that, the old woman hurried into the courtyard, knelt devoutly on the ground, and kowtowed several times, murmuring continuously:
“Thank the heavens, thank Guanyin Bodhisattva for returning Yiyi to me!”
The woman lying on the bed looked around.
The house was utterly destitute—bare walls on all four sides. There was no furniture at all.
Only yellow earthen walls, some crumbling and flaking away piece by piece.
In some places there were even holes—likely from frequent visits by rats.
At the head of the bed sat a chipped bowl, holding half a bowl of water…
Where is this? Where am I?
Wasn’t I on a plane? Terrorists hijacked it, took control of the captain, and the plane crashed into a mountain. And then… and then…
Have I transmigrated?
She looked at her small hands and slight frame—so it was a soul transmigration! The original owner had drowned.
She had crossed into a country called Western Chu—one that could not even be found in history.
Looking at the coarse cloth dress she wore, patched over and over again, Feng Yiyi couldn’t help cursing:
Damn it, this is so unfair!
Other people transmigrate into supreme empresses…
Or princesses showered with boundless favor…
At the very least, they become noble young ladies of wealthy households, dripping in gold and silver.
But she had transmigrated into a pregnant woman who failed at committing suicide by jumping into a river.
Heavens, this isn’t funny!
She, Feng Yiyi, was a doctoral graduate in medicine from the 24th century. Born into a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, her grandfather had passed down all his lifelong medical skills to her.
Sigh! Since I’ve come to this backward ancient era, I’ll carve out my own world with my skills.
In Feng Yiyi’s eyes, no matter what illness someone had, as long as they still had a breath left, she could pull them back from the gates of hell—snatching lives from the King of Hell himself.
She loved gourmet food as well and had befriended elite chefs, learning many secret recipes not shared with outsiders.
At that moment, a sharp pain suddenly struck her head.
Unable to bear it, she clutched her head with both hands as memories that did not belong to her flooded in.
It turned out the original host was also named Feng Yiyi, a concubine-born daughter of the Left Prime Minister’s residence.
This year, she was fourteen years old. She and her legitimate elder sister, Feng Qianhua—who was the same age but born an hour earlier—had gone to burn incense.
On their way back, she was drugged with an aphrodisiac and nearly violated by several household servants.
In desperation, she jumped off a cliff and fell into a cold pool below the mountain.
But as fate would have it, having escaped the tiger’s den, she entered the dragon’s lair.
When she leapt down, she accidentally collided with a masked man dressed in white who was in the cold pool.
By coincidence, the man had been poisoned with a potent aphrodisiac. If not treated within two hours, he would die.
So he pulled Feng Yiyi up, spread his white cloak on the ground, and forcibly defiled her.
After everything was done, the man’s poison was cured, and the girl fainted.
On the white cloak, the bright red bloodstains resembled plum blossoms blooming proudly in the snow, striking directly into the man’s eyes.
Pressed for time, he did not think much. He only noticed a plum blossom mark on the girl’s left wrist and did not clearly see her face.
He removed a jade pendant from his person and placed it beside her, then disappeared in a few swift leaps.
When Feng Yiyi woke, her clothes were disheveled and her whole body ached as if it had been run over by a carriage.
She struggled to her feet and dressed herself.
Then she saw the crimson bloodstains on the snow-white cloak.
She rolled up her sleeve and looked at the virginity mark on her arm, combined with the pain below—everything was clear.
The man had left behind a high-quality exquisite green jade pendant engraved with the character “Ling.”
She tucked the pendant into her clothing and walked forward, not knowing how far she went before fainting again.
By chance, her adoptive parents, who were gathering herbs in the mountains, rescued her and took her home, where she temporarily stayed.
The adoptive couple had no children of their own, only an elderly mother. The old lady treated Feng Yiyi as her own granddaughter and loved her dearly.
Because of a head injury, the original host temporarily lost her memory and only remembered that her name was Feng Yiyi.
A month ago, her adoptive father had been killed by enemy soldiers while gathering herbs in the mountains.
Her adoptive mother, unable to endure the humiliation of being violated by more than a dozen enemy soldiers, took her own life.
The adoptive father was the second son in his family; he had an older brother named Zhang Dahu.
But due to poverty in his youth, Zhang Dahu had married into the Liu family in the east of the village and become a live-in son-in-law.
From then on, only the lonely old lady and Feng Yiyi relied on each other for survival.
Three months passed in the blink of an eye.
One day, Feng Yiyi began vomiting.
She consulted the village doctor, who, after taking her pulse, told her she was pregnant.
Feng Yiyi completely broke down. In that era, if people found out she was pregnant out of wedlock, how could she ever face society?
When she saw her grandmother, she burst into tears. After repeated questioning, she told the truth.
Her grandmother said, “Since there’s a child, then keep it. Grandma will help you raise it.”
Seeing the jade pendant, she added, “Keep it safe. Perhaps one day, with this jade pendant, you’ll find him.”
But Feng Yiyi could not bear the blow. That morning, she jumped alone into Wangchuan River.
Fortunately, Liu Er, who was driving an ox cart back from town, saw her, rescued her from the river, and sent her home.
Feng Yiyi inwardly cursed: What kind of scum is that man?
He used me and just left—doesn’t he have any sense of honor?
One day, when I find you, I’ll castrate you and break your damn legs!
After drinking a bowl of water, she sat up. Her grandmother walked in.
“Yiyi, promise Grandma you’ll never do anything foolish again. I can’t live without you,” the old woman said, wiping tears with her sleeve.
“Grandma, I won’t make you worry again. Since things have come to this, we’ll live well from now on,” Feng Yiyi replied.
“Yiyi, this was found with you when we first discovered you.
Since you had lost your memory, your adoptive parents kept it, planning to give it to you when you recovered.
But now they’ve passed away. Keep it safe. Maybe one day you’ll find your real family.”
She handed over a small bundle.
Feng Yiyi opened it and saw a gold-inlaid jade bracelet.
Overjoyed, she thought: My golden bracelet space!
This golden bracelet space contained a medicinal field. Beside it was a spiritual spring—soaking in it could strengthen the body.
Next to the herb garden stood a small two-story building.
The first floor stored medicinal materials—both traditional Chinese and Western medicine—and even some firearms and ammunition she had stockpiled while studying abroad in M Country, just in case.
The second floor contained an operating room and a points-exchange system.
By treating patients, she would earn corresponding points, which could then be exchanged for items.
Feng Yiyi’s consciousness entered the space and she discovered that the points system was currently upgrading.
The more than one hundred thousand points inside had completely disappeared.