Their Home Is Raided and They Are Exiled, So the Southerners Head South to Farm

Good grief, where am I? Oh, I transmigrated. Becoming a maid is one thing, but why am I in someone else's household, one that's already been raided? I thought I could finally enjoy the legendary battles between wives and concubines, but I barely had time to enjoy the good life before I had to go through another house raid. I can't take another day of this life.

Ha, no wonder people say there's endless fun in struggling against heaven and other people. The farmers' toil in the fields and the clever battles they wage against insects, aren't they both proof of the joys of a good fight?