A Dream of Qing, A Meeting with My Teacher: Transmigrating as a Concubine’s Daughter

During an open lecture, she publicly challenged the youngest professor of Qing history at the university.

An old elevator hurled them both three hundred years into the past, into the Qing Dynasty.

When they met again, he was the eldest legitimate son of a scholarly family and the most respected teacher at Bailu Academy;

she was a merchant’s despised concubine-born daughter, drugged and sent to him as a plaything to curry favor.

Once teacher and student, now master and servant.

Nine years apart in age, three hundred years apart in time, with social convention sharp as a blade and the divide between their ranks like a wall.

He said, “I once studied history with reason. Now I’ll protect you with all my heart.”

She said, “I once spoke up for the women of ancient times. Now you’ve made this life worth living.”