I'm a Psychologist in the Great Liang Dynasty

When Shen Shu woke up, she found herself in the Great Liang dynasty, as a merchant’s daughter who had been jilted, with a shabby teahouse on the verge of closing. No golden finger, no System prompts, no plot from the original novel. All she could rely on was the skill she had built up in her previous life: listening to people.

She turned the teahouse into the “Worry Relief House,” hung up a sign, brewed tea, and posted one rule at the door: You can just have tea if you don’t want to talk. If you do, she’ll listen.

The first customer was a proper young lady who paced outside three times before daring to come in.

The second was a butcher with a booming voice and a bedroom in his heart that he hadn’t dared open for three years.

The third was a silent general who sat in the corner for five whole days before speaking. His first words were: “Will you be open tomorrow?”

People came here to ease their worries. She stayed because, as she helped others let go of theirs, people slowly helped her let go of her own.