Feng shui master Yang Xiuyan transmigrated, summoned by a mysterious voice.
Unfortunately, she could go there but not return, so she had no choice but to take over that identity and make a life for herself.
She was a master, yet she didn’t even have a golden finger. Stuck in the place of a troublesome woman, she became a laughingstock and was bullied by her mother-in-law.
Yang Xiuyan didn’t mind. She had a husband who stood by her and a sensible son, and that was good enough. She could read the feng shui, tend the fields, and still make a fine life for herself.
