The General's Sickly Seventh Daughter

The human heart is hard to fathom.

Hidden, malicious intentions can catch you completely off guard.

A business empire,

remarkable abilities,

a kind heart,

all fell prey to a sanctimonious hypocrite

and a sweet-talking best friend with a knife behind her smile.

Both betrayed her.

Pei Jialan.

A cup of wine.

A bottle of sleeping pills.

She let it all go!

Perhaps heaven took pity on her

and gave her the chance to live again.

She was reborn,

in an imaginary era.

Four kingdoms were at war, the people were poor, and bandits ran rampant.

And she

became the sickly seventh young lady of the General's Manor in Dongli's capital, Lidu.

She had grown up surrounded by medicine jars.

She couldn't carry a thing,

or lift a finger.

She couldn't bear the wind,

nor withstand the slightest upset.

She lived like a piece of tofu.

Pei Jialan: This is fine too. I'll take each day as it comes. It makes no difference whether I live well or poorly.

But then,

the General's Manor was on the brink of ruin. What was she to do?

Let it fall with the tide,

or turn the tables against all odds...