Something felt terribly wrong.
Shen Yihuan’s head was so heavy it felt as though it had been filled with lead, and her eyelids were too heavy to lift.
She must have caught a cold and developed a fever.
Had she fallen asleep while reading a novel last night without covering herself with a blanket?
No, she had to get up and take some medicine. If the fever kept rising, she’d probably burn herself into an idiot.
She struggled with all her strength, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t open her eyes.
In her daze, she heard someone exclaim happily, “Her eyelids are moving! Quick, give her the medicine!”
Someone gently helped her sit up before pouring a bowl of warm, bitter herbal medicine down her throat.
Who was it?
Who was in her house?
Had her neighbor next door noticed she hadn’t opened her door this morning, broken in, and sent her to the hospital?
No… that wasn’t right.
Wouldn’t a hospital give her an IV and Western medicine?
Why was she drinking such bitter traditional medicine?
The thoughts flashed through Shen Yihuan’s mind before overwhelming drowsiness claimed her once more, and she drifted back into a deep sleep.
…
When she woke again, she was stunned.
Wooden roof beams.
Black roof tiles.
Mud-brick walls.
And a large, bright-red Double Happiness character decorating the room.
What was going on?
Had she… transmigrated?
The thought had barely formed when an enormous flood of memories that didn’t belong to her surged into her mind. The pain made her clutch her head tightly.
Half a quarter-hour later, Shen Yihuan finally understood her situation.
This was the fictional dynasty of Great Chu.
The original owner of this body was also named Shen Yihuan, the fifteen-year-old daughter of a wealthy merchant family who had spent her entire life secluded within the inner quarters.
Her biological mother had died when she was five.
The following year, her father remarried.
Her stepmother appeared gentle on the surface but was vicious underneath. She never deprived the girl of food or clothing, yet secretly encouraged the servants to bully and mistreat her.
Her father was always busy entertaining clients and expanding his business. He rarely paid attention to his daughter.
Whenever he came home and saw that she was decently dressed, he assumed everything was fine and left her entirely in his wife’s care.
After ten years of deliberate suppression, the stepmother had molded the original Shen Yihuan into a timid, submissive, and painfully quiet girl.
Earlier this year, after Shen Yihuan came of age, her father began considering her marriage.
Remembering the beauty of his late wife, he had high hopes that his daughter had inherited her looks. He planned to marry her off as a concubine into a powerful noble family, hoping it would help his business.
But when he finally summoned her…
He was deeply disappointed.
Years of intentional neglect had transformed her into an unremarkable young woman. Thick bangs covered much of her face, her eyes were dull and lifeless, and she spoke so softly she sounded like a buzzing mosquito.
Seeing how unimpressive she had become, Shen’s father immediately lost all hope.
Forget becoming someone’s concubine.
Even serving as a maid, people would have to think twice.
From that day on, he stopped caring about her altogether.
He simply instructed his wife to find a respectable family for Shen Yihuan to marry into, saying that would fulfill his duty as a father.
Madam Li readily agreed.
The moment he left, however, she arranged for Shen Yihuan to marry her own distant nephew—a lazy, gluttonous gambler.
But the original Shen Yihuan was already in love with someone else.
Naturally, she resisted with everything she had.
She escaped from the Shen residence in desperation and, with nowhere else to go, jumped into the river.
By coincidence, Jiang Changfeng happened to be in the county selling the game he had hunted.
Passing by the river, he rescued her.
An unmarried man and an unmarried woman.
And now they had physical contact.
No matter how unwilling Madam Li was, public opinion left her with no choice. She still had a precious daughter who had yet to marry, and she couldn’t allow the Shen family’s reputation to be ruined, lest it affect her daughter’s prospects of marrying into nobility.
Grinding her teeth, she negotiated a marriage with the Jiang family.
Taking advantage of Shen Yihuan’s father being away on business, Madam Li claimed the matter was urgent.
She prepared only six token bridal gift chests filled with cheap substitutes and hastily married Shen Yihuan off to Jiang Changfeng.
From the day Shen Yihuan fell into the river and was rescued until the wedding…
Less than three days had passed.
The original Shen Yihuan caught a severe cold after falling into the water, yet Madam Li never bothered to hire a physician.
As a result, on her wedding night, her fever continued to worsen…
Until she died.
And Shen Yihuan—
a woman from the twenty-first century—
had transmigrated into her body.
The first thing Shen Yihuan thought of wasn’t her new identity.
It was the countless videos of handsome shirtless men she’d saved on her phone and computer.
She hadn’t had time to delete them.
She wondered what the police would think when they found those videos belonging to someone who had suddenly died.
Pulling the blanket over her face, she let out a silent, inward scream.
My reputation is ruined!!!
After a long while, she finally calmed down from the emotional devastation.
Then she thought about her own home.
A two-and-a-half-story house with a two-hundred-square-meter courtyard.
Her parents had already passed away years before.
Now that she had suddenly died too…
The house would probably end up in the hands of her heartless eldest uncle.
She felt utterly unwilling to accept it.
And yesterday…
A supplier had just shipped her several large boxes of braised pig trotters, braised chicken feet, and braised duck feet for her livestream promotions.
She hadn’t even gotten around to tasting them.
Who knew whether they were authentic or delicious?
If she’d known she’d transmigrate…
She would have eaten every last bite the night before instead of leaving them behind.
The regret clawed at her heart.
Then, in the blink of an eye…
She found herself standing inside her own old family home.
“What?”
Was she dreaming?
She slapped her own face.
Immediately, she realized something was wrong.
This wasn’t her hand.
Her fingers had never been this slender.
A realization struck her.
She hurried into the bathroom and looked into the mirror.
Heavy bangs.
Large, bright eyes.
A delicate lotus-like face.
Cherry-red lips.
It was the original Shen Yihuan’s face.
“Oh no…”
“I really did transmigrate!”
But if that was true…
Then what was happening now?
Desperate for answers, she rushed out of the bathroom and threw open the front door.
Outside was nothing but endless white mist.
She couldn’t see anything beyond it.
She could walk freely around the courtyard, but the moment she reached its edge, an invisible barrier blocked her path.
No matter what she did, she couldn’t leave.
Ten minutes later, Shen Yihuan sat back down on the sofa in the living room and carefully organized her thoughts.
First of all…
She had indeed transmigrated.
And somehow, her old family home had transmigrated with her as her cheat ability—a portable space.
The house still had running water, electricity, and natural gas.
There was no internet connection.
Every household appliance functioned perfectly.
The crops growing in the courtyard were flourishing without the slightest sign of withering.
The twenty chickens and fifteen ducks in the shed were lively and healthy as ever.
That was excellent news.
It meant this space could sustain life.
Did that mean…
She could simply live inside it forever?
The thought lasted only a moment before she rejected it.
If there were internet access, she could stay here for the rest of her life without complaint.
But without the internet…
She’d probably go insane in less than a month.
Before transmigrating, Shen Yihuan had been a livestream sales influencer on DouDou with over 300,000 followers.
She had first become popular by showcasing the renovation of her old family home and sharing videos about farming and raising livestock.
Her house was two and a half stories tall.
The first and second floors had identical layouts, each covering 130 square meters with three bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms.
The third floor was an attic.
Outside the attic was a large rooftop terrace covered with a stainless-steel canopy, making it convenient to dry clothes and quilts without worrying about rain or strong winds.
At the moment, the terrace was covered with drying corn, peanuts, and soybeans.
One bedroom on the second floor was filled from wall to wall with sacks of rice, each weighing fifty catties.
Another room was stacked with twenty-catty bags of flour.
The third contained sweet potatoes, potatoes, taro, mung beans, and other staple crops.
The living room was piled high with various daily necessities—rolls of toilet paper, facial tissues, sanitary pads, diapers, infant formula, and more.
All of them were products she had promoted during her livestreams.
The first floor contained an even greater variety.
Food, toys, household goods, and everyday supplies.
The merchants had sent them all as promotional samples for her livestream business.
The sheer variety was dazzling.