Before we transmigrated to ancient times, the System gave everyone two choices.
One offered easy pregnancies, but you would age normally.
The other granted eternal youth, but having children would be difficult.
Everyone rushed to choose easy pregnancies.
They knew that in a world where people devoured one another, a woman's womb was a ladder to success.
Only by bearing a son could you secure your place as the principal wife.
I was the only one standing at the back, silently counting the number of people transmigrating this time.
There were a full hundred of us.
As the countdown to our choices began, I suddenly felt a palm strike my back and shove me into the difficult-to-conceive option.
"Qin Shuman, if you can't bear a son, how do you think you'll survive in ancient times? I'm going to have eight or ten children. Don't you dare get jealous!"
The countdown ended.
Out of the hundred people, I was the only one who chose eternal youth.
Watching their gloating faces, I lowered my head and curled my lips into a smile.
Maybe I'm not the one who won't survive after all.
System problems are compared with yin and yang