I Am Yaohua: Transmigrating into the Qing Dynasty

Reading Yao Hua fills me with endless sighs. We are all ordinary people, and we all need clothes, food, shelter, and transportation. There is no right or wrong. In a time and place like that, with so little power over one's fate, everything is understandable. It's just that the regret runs so deep. She must have cared for Yin Zhen. That man with the mysterious ending; the schemes and manipulation only make him more impossible to put down. Yin Si, a gentleman as gentle as jade. I just can't tell whether it was duty or love that motivated him at the start. Yin Tang, if you gave me a faded flower, I would wear it over my heart. If it had thorns, I would bear them. I would let them pierce my heart. Yin E, Yin Zhen, and Yin Xiang were like fairies in her heart. As long as she was happy, that was all that mattered. I've lost count of how many times I've read it. My eyes are getting sore. Why is the computer moving? Is it shaking? "Princess Yao Hua, if you're sleepy, go to bed." I was just reading at my computer. How did I get here? And why am I being called Yao Hua? It must be a dream, definitely a dream. Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep. When I wake up, I'll be home. That was my last thought before falling asleep. But after I transmigrated, Heaven still refused to grant my wish. I loved someone I shouldn't have, and didn't love the one I should have. My soul had left, but two conflicting emotions remained in the body, and now my own feelings were mixed in too. I couldn't tell up from down. Why had none of those heroines who transmigrated ever told me how to deal with the feelings left behind in the body? I never knew when they'd suddenly surface and scare me half to death. My new story: (Updating now) My completed stories: Theme: