After giving her life to save someone, Zhuang Xiaoxiao transmigrated to ancient times, to the Great Yue Dynasty, a place she'd never heard of. She woke to a thatched roof, drafty windows, furniture with missing legs, and chipped bowls and plates. What kind of start was this? Her family was dirt poor, and debts were closing in!
Clutching a bowl of medicine, she wept pitifully. Her whole family lived on coarse food and bitter hardship, but her grandparents, uncle, and aunt were kind, and her siblings stood together as one. Why not come up with a plan and lead the whole family to a better life?
A small villa appeared in her space, along with a stream and fertile fields. She had plenty of ideas for making money, and the courage and care to build a fortune.
From then on, businesses of every kind sprang up across the Great Yue Dynasty, each one a roaring success: food tours, perfume and beauty, and more.
There was also a childhood sweetheart, a young scholar who stayed by her side through every clever scheme and contest of wits. They were a pair of bickering sweethearts.
Who could have known that after passing the palace examination and placing third, he wouldn't return home for three years!
She steeled her heart and swore never to look back. From then on, she wouldn't be blinded by love. She'd devote herself to making the family prosperous.
But just as her ambitions were taking shape and her career reached its peak, the former lover who'd disappeared for years came back!
After finally making a fortune, her own status rose right along with it. She turned out to be the cousin of Young Master Liang, whose wealth rivaled a nation, the biological younger sister of the Grand Imperial Tutor, and later the wife of a Grand Secretary, one of the dynasty's top ministers.
After all she had been through since transmigrating, she still cherished her family and the deep bond of kinship, thicker than water, as well as the young scholar's promise to grow old together.
A lad rides a bamboo hobbyhorse, circling the bed to play with the green plums.
May I find one heart to call my own, and stay together until our hair turns white.
