Zhao Heng died saving someone. The King of Hell told him that he had been a virtuous man for ten lifetimes, but had unfortunately died young. In his next life, he would surely be given a good incarnation.
Next, he was born into ancient times and became the son of an official.
The Zhao family was a prominent clan with branches spreading far and wide. His grandfather was both Minister of Revenue and a Grand Secretary of the Cabinet, serving as an advisor to the emperor. His uncles held important posts throughout the country, while his father was the Governor-General of Grain Transport and concurrently the Governor of Fengyang, a high-ranking second-grade official.
As the youngest son born to his parents in their middle age, Zhao Heng was adored by everyone.
If he applied himself and entered government through the imperial examinations, he would have a bright future. If he chose to lie flat, he could use his family's privilege to obtain a sinecure and live comfortably for the rest of his life.
Perhaps worried that he would die young, the King of Hell also gave him a golden finger: a jade pendant containing the remnant soul of a medicine immortal.
Zhao Heng happily grew up to the age of six. Then one day, his father came home and said to his mother, "The newly appointed Imperial Salt Commissioner, Lin Ruhai, will arrive in Yangzhou soon. I plan to hold a banquet at home to welcome him..."
"Is his wife the legitimate daughter of the Jia family, the Duke of Rong's household? We were close friends before she married..."
The Jia family, the Duke of Rong's household? Lin Ruhai?
Zhao Heng, sitting nearby and quietly memorizing a medical text, widened his eyes when he heard this. So he had been born into Dream of the Red Chamber!
"Heng'er, take good care of your Lin cousin!"
Zhao Heng was reading when his mother suddenly brought a beautiful, snow-white little girl before him. Then she left hand in hand with a lovely married woman, and he had no idea where they were going or what private words they meant to share.
Zhao Heng looked down at the tiny little girl and briefly blanked. Was this Lin Daiyu?
Little Daiyu tilted her head at him, a little shyly pointing at the book in his hand. Her eyes were curious. "Brother Zhao, what book are you reading?"
Zhao Heng followed her gaze downward. "The Divine Farmer's Materia Medica."
Daiyu's eyes filled with concern. "Is it a book about treating illnesses? Brother Zhao, do you often get sick and take medicine too?"
Zhao Heng looked at Daiyu, his heart filling with pity. Her congenital frailty had left her skin as white as snow but without a trace of healthy color. She was thin, her lips pale, and even at five she looked as delicate as a willow in the breeze.
As their families grew closer and they spent their days together, Zhao Heng became even more unable to bear the thought of Lin Daiyu's future fate.
"Old man, if someone has a serious illness, can you save her?"
The little old man inside the jade pendant raised his head proudly. "I'm a Medicine Immortal! A serious illness is nothing. I could even bring someone back from the dead!"
From then on, Zhao Heng and Lin Daiyu's fates became closely intertwined.
The couple would walk hand in hand through life's storms, bring prosperity to the people, make their names live on in history, and build a golden age together. Even a hundred years later, their love story would still be told among the people.
Reader's Guide:
1. Lin Ruhai and Jia Min do not die, and the male lead and Daiyu grow up together as childhood friends.
2. Both leads have career storylines.
3. I'm terrible at writing blurbs. Please add it to your collection, QAQ.
Theme: When prosperous, benefit the world
