Siheyuan: Fleeing Famine to the Capital, the Whole Courtyard Schemes Against Me

After three years of drought, my mother takes me and my younger sister to the capital to escape the famine. On the way, a scoundrel from our village robs us of our food, and the original owner of this body dies on the spot. When I wake, a new soul has taken over. The courtyards of this old capital are deep waters, deep enough to drown you.