After Lian Jin laid down her life for the greater good during the apocalypse, she transmigrated. She went from being a theater commander to a child left behind at the Duke's mansion. Her father was barely alive, her second brother couldn't walk, and the court was in turmoil. None of that was a problem. But after she picked up an adorable little black cat, Lian Jin felt as if she'd brought home an ancestor. She couldn't hit him or scold him. Instead, she had to coax him, pamper him, and wait on him hand and foot. In the end, she even had to help him conquer the realm. Lian Jin gazed up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle. Had she transmigrated here just to suffer?
