Ghosts! Yingtai Is Determined to Survive

[Blurb withdrawn!] Woman disguised as a man / road-trip adventure / aristocratic families of the Wei and Jin dynasties / a touch of the supernatural / a fake Zhu Yingtai and Ma Wencai Half-flirtatious, half-airheaded, scatterbrained little Zhu × sharp-tongued, completely hooked scheming little Ma Oh no, a ghost! I died suddenly and transmigrated! When she opened her eyes, Zhu Mengcheng found herself dressed as a man, at a banquet, enjoying poetry and wine by a winding stream with a crowd of elegant young gentlemen. The original owner's memories were completely gone, so as a newcomer, she had no choice but to gather information as they drank and made merry. "What academy? A classmate named Liang? A fiancé named Ma... wait a minute!" Wasn't her surname Zhu? Wasn't this the classic Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai setup?! Oh no, she didn't want to be Yingtai! * The first hurdle in Yingtai's quest to survive: report to the academy and find out whether she'll room with little Liang or little Ma... Was there any chance she wouldn't pick little Ma? To win him over, she put on a mysterious air and said, "There's a ghost attached to you." That very night, a knife was held to her throat. The stern little Ma leaned close and demanded, "You have the Yin-Yang Eyes, do you? Prove it." Prove it? Fine. What was there to fear? The ghost couldn't wait, either. So she shot back, "I'm a clean freak. When the ghost possesses me later, don't hug me and cry." They say that when a dead person has an unresolved attachment to someone living, their soul becomes a ghost that clings to the living person. And having died once herself, she had the rarest of rare bodies, one suited to spirit-medium rituals. She could communicate with the dead and resolve their lingering attachments. She hadn't been lying. She'd opened her eyes and seen a ghost! The good news: little Ma agreed to be her roommate, and he was so handsome... actually, he's exactly her type. The bad news: little Ma came from a powerful ruling clan, with the authority to decide who lived or died. He had a terrible temper and was moody, too. Afterwards, he still scowled and insisted, "My surname is Huan, not Ma. Call me that again and I'll kill you." She was speechless, too. I called you little Ma because you're my fiancé. Who knew the imperial surname Sima also had Ma in it? Help, is it too late to pretend I know nothing... * Taking advantage of how little Zhu and he were growing closer, little Ma abused his authority for personal reasons and took her along on a work trip to the Western Regions. He even tossed her a knife and taught her how to defend herself. "You really don't act like a man. Come on, point the blade at me!" But in a world thrown into chaos, it was inevitable that someone as frail as her would get hurt. Blood on her sleeve. She refused to come out of her room. Little Ma slowly began to put two and two together... That night, outside her room, he leaned against the wall and covered his face, nearly unable to stand. He managed to knock on the door. "Mengcheng, I'm the only one here who can help you apply medicine. Even if... you're a woman." Another night, inside the room, emboldened by drink, he decisively cornered her. Their pulses tangled together, the air dim and burning. His troubled voice drifted softly: "My newly acknowledged uncle is strange and suspicious. He brought me two cups of fine Cheshi wine. One is spring wine, the other is chastity wine." Mengcheng, guess which one I drank? Reader's Notes: 1. This is not a Liang-Zhu retelling. 2. If you see ".. " in the story, open the paragraph comments. Theme: Even if you transmigrate into ancient times, you still have to study hard