Transmigrating to 1919 to Claim Love

She came to her senses in another world in 1919, in the body of a fake little girl. This isn't the Republic of China? And a fellow from her hometown has become emperor? Fine, none of that concerns her. She's going to Shanghai, back to where she came from. A gentle, handsome lover, or a handsome, wicked, domineering husband? The truth is, Heaven never gave her the right to choose. Heart-wrenching love and dying for love are a world away from her. She'll just get by as best she can. This is a turbulent era that leaves no room for the ordinary. She has no choice but to become extraordinary. Did the times make her, or did she make the times? Lin Shaoqing: You think you can win love by acting like a street thug? You pull a gun and think you can just abduct a woman? I'm telling you, I'm not afraid of you! Xu Chonghua: No one gets to steal the woman I love! Think I wouldn't dare kill you? You want to be a hero? I'll make it happen! Yuer: General, you're so handsome, I can't bring myself to hurt you. You can see I'm no match for you either. How about we call it a truce? Some General: All right. Yuer: General, are you married? If not, what do you think of me? (The older gentleman is quite handsome.) Some General: I already have a wife. Yuer: Do you have any sons? Some General: I have two sons. Yuer: Wonderful! I won't kill you today. Give me one of your sons as a husband... Uh, are your sons handsome? I don't want one if he isn't! The General, dumbfounded: You should spend more time thinking about how you'll explain this to the people who sent you here. I imagine they have ways of dealing with disloyal people. Yuer: Are you suggesting it'd be safer to kill you? But if I kill you, how will I marry your handsome young son? Listen, the organization I belong to is outrageously inhumane. I don't get paid, I get no bonuses or insurance, and it won't even find me a suitable husband when I grow up. When I die, it won't give me a grand funeral or posthumously honor me as a martyr. It won't even send schoolchildren to sweep my grave on Tomb-Sweeping Day or the Winter Solstice... So tell me, why should I be loyal? ??? Hua Fuxing: Since we're from the same hometown, you can't just sit around doing nothing. The country needs you. Even if you know you're going to your death, you have to go without hesitation. Zhang Wuxia: Uncle Emperor, are you joking? Wasn't it enough that you ran me over in my last life? Now you want me to die for your empire? Hua Fuxing: That was just a figure of speech. Zhang Wuxia: Heaven is so unfair. You transmigrated as an emperor, so why didn't I transmigrate as a princess? Hua Fuxing: That's easy. I'll adopt you and give you the title Princess Taiping. Zhang Wuxia: Princess Taiping? Hmph! Fine! I'll have Xu Chonghua find you a herd of dairy cows. How about spending the night with ten cows? Becoming a womanizing emperor after transmigrating is the dream of so many shut-ins. (I do have a B-to-C cup, you know.) Hua Fuxing: Hmph! A womanizing emperor? Do you think I transmigrated as the Qianlong Emperor? I was the top agent in the National Security Bureau. If some shut-in had transmigrated in my place, he'd have died already. And since we're talking, I might as well tell you: I've worked diligently my whole life and never cared much for women. I've been with fewer than ten. Zhang Wuxia: Ten!! And you think that's not many??? I've always loved the Republican era, but my abilities are limited, and I'm not good at history, so I've made it up as I go. I really want to give this story a sense of depth, but I'm a newcomer and my writing is still rough. Please forgive me. I'm still studying history... My completed story: Reborn Girl's Awkward Rich Boyfriend. I only have the extras left to finish. This new story, I Swear I Won't Choose a Playboy, has been sitting around for ages. Please give it some support! By the way, I still don't know how to link things. Friends, click on my name, Yuexia Qingling, and go in from there!