Dream of the Red Chamber: Starting with Jia Huan, the Study Maniac

This is not a tale of transmigration, but the awakening of someone determined to save himself.

A modern man falls into a dream of the Red Chamber in Jia Huan’s body.

On his sickbed at the age of seven, he opens his eyes and sees not romantic beauty, but moss in the corner, worn-out shoe tips, and the cruel words a maid tosses his way.

The Rongguo Mansion is vast, large enough to accommodate the extravagance of hundreds of people.

The Rongguo Mansion is small, too small to make room for the dignity of a son born to a concubine.

Baoyu is a phoenix from the heavens, while he is a barren branch in the corner. Madam Wang’s indifference, the servants’ contempt, and his birth mother Zhao Yiniang’s resentment: everyone tells him that a son born to a concubine should accept his fate.

No System, no golden finger, no wise old mentor.

All he has are his own two hands, a book, and a lamp to read by until dawn.

“If this world won’t let a son born to a concubine live, then I’ll carve out a way for myself.”

“If the Jia family is doomed to fall, then I’ll stand up first and hold up the sky.”

“If everyone is waiting to laugh at me, then I’ll show them who gets the last laugh.”