[Zhang Qiling BG] I Heard His Name Is Zhang Ergou

Childhood sweethearts, no schemes, no angst, no identity-based conflict or falling out. The female lead is a total goofball. Lighthearted, transmigration.

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Here comes the silly blurb:

"Chirp chirp chirp, chirp chirp chirp, chirp chirp chirp."

"Coo coo coo, coo coo coo, coo coo coo."

Hearing her secret signal answered, Zhang Yuyan climbed out of the bushes, sprang nimbly up the rockery, and vaulted over the courtyard wall. Sure enough, a group of little turnip-heads was crouched below the wall. Wait, a group?

"Why did so many of you come?"

"Didn't you say you were looking for someone, Sister Yuyan? We little kids all came so you could check us over."

She thought about it. The kid did have a point. One of the slightly older boys gently tapped the speaker. "Mind your manners. Call her Holy Maiden."

Holy Maiden? Leftover maiden? Zhang Yuyan wanted to roll her eyes. "Call me Great Sage."

She looked over all the children, but couldn't tell which one was Zhang Qiling. "Are all the little turnip-heads in the courtyard here?"

The boy nodded honestly, then hesitated before asking, "Great Sage, is the child you're looking for really called Zhang Ergou?"

"He isn't called Zhang Ergou. He's called Zhang Ergou, our Zhang family's future Ergou." That left all the children completely bewildered, especially the boy leading them, who stared at Zhang Yuyan in utter confusion. Zhang Yuyan was speechless. What she meant to say was, "He isn't called Zhang Ergou. He's called Zhang Qiling, our Zhang family's future Qiling." How had it come out differently? She couldn't control herself at all.

Could Zhang Qiling's real name actually be Zhang Ergou? Zhang Yuyan let out a long sigh and gave up. "If anyone new arrives, you have to tell me. Next time, I'll take you all out to play."

And now for the serious blurb:

Zhang Yuyan was desperately missing her past life.

At least back then, human life wasn't as worthless as it was now.

She shielded the children behind her. "Use my blood. I'm an adult. Losing a little blood won't hurt me."

"Their lives aren't worth much. You're different, Yuyan. Don't make a scene."

The Zhang family always kept their youthful appearance. The current clan leader standing before her had looked exactly the same for as long as Zhang Yuyan could remember.

"Brother Ruitong, don't force me." Zhang Yuyan flipped her hand and revealed a dagger.

The Zhang family members present split into two groups, facing off with Zhang Yuyan and Zhang Ruitong at their centers.

Only a handful of adults stood with Zhang Yuyan, with a group of children behind them. The oldest were no more than eleven or twelve, and the youngest were only seven or eight. All of them were orphans, with no parents. To the Zhang family, they were merely tools for grave robbing, used to shed blood and ward off evil.

Perhaps the youngest child couldn't take the pressure anymore. He stepped out from behind her and rolled up his sleeve. "Use my blood."

The child's face seemed unfamiliar. He didn't look like one of the children from the main courtyard, and she had never seen him before. With no time to think, she pulled him back to her side and held him there. He struggled, but couldn't break free.

She looked at Zhang Ruitong, her expression solemn. "If you insist on hurting these children, the Zhang family will be wiped out."

"I'm not joking."

"I've seen the future..."

Theme: Where in life have we not found this likeness? It is like a wild goose treading the snow and mud. Its footprints are left there by chance; once it flies away, who cares where it goes?