I transmigrated into the body of a poor farm girl. I had no golden finger, no benefactor to help me. In an age of war and chaos, all I had was a pretty face. When I was down and out, I had to fight stray dogs for scraps by the roadside, beg along the streets with the other beggars, and even strip clothes off the dead so I wouldn't freeze to death. I'd had enough of this wretched life. Fate had treated me unfairly in both my lives. All I had was the advanced knowledge and ideas I'd brought from the modern world. With my pretty face, I would fight this unfair fate to the bitter end.
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