We Transmigrate as a Group, and the Capital's Aristocrats Line Up to Cling to Us

In her previous life, Jiang Mingyan fought to prove her bloodline, but they accused her of dirtying the fake heiress's crystal shoes.

Now she's returned from three thousand worlds, ready to tear down the stage of this wealthy family's charade with her own hands.

When a heavy truck smashed through the guardrail on a mountain road, she and her band of spoiled young masters laughed as they plunged into a rift in time and space

When she opened her eyes again, she had become the poor wife of a general who couldn't even get a bowl of decent food.

And that same group of so-called good-for-nothings were now wearing top-scorer robes, clutching judicial seals, and brandishing general's swords, crying in court like huskies abandoned in a den of wolves.

The System chimed at just the right moment: “Dual-transmigration permissions unlocked. Host, would you like to take Qin Shi Huang to the supermarket first, or show the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet a rocket launch?”

Scene One:

“Want to go see Qin Shi Huang two thousand years ago?”

“Are you crazy?”

“Your Majesty, want to go see your own mummy two thousand years from now?”

“Guards, take him away and chop off his head!”

Scene Two:

[Ding! The two-day Qin Dynasty tour group is confirmed. Transmigrating now.]

[Holy crap, holy crap, holy, holy crap!]

[Aaaah, I got a photo with Qin Shi Huang! I’m not washing this outfit for a year!]

[Aaaah, General Meng Yi shook my hand! I’m never washing it again!]