Young Master, I’m a Boy-Bride in Ancient Times

Young master, you’re awake. Where is this?

The house is bare, we’re so poor we can hear the coins clinking in our empty pockets, and I’ve even ended up with a big, dim-witted husband.

Fine. I’m the heir to a business empire. Getting rich should be a piece of cake.

I tried selling sugar figurines, but they melted…

I tried selling crafts, but they wouldn’t sell.

I tried selling bags, but people copied my designs and I couldn’t keep the business going.

Ah… I’m done with this lousy transmigration. I want to go back to being a rich second-generation kid.

At least I’ve got a big, dim-witted guy who follows me with unwavering devotion.

And gives me his whole heart…