Yan Sui transmigrated into a book she had just read and became Xi Yansui.
Her father had achieved success late in life, her mother was of noble birth, her elder brother wore a purple robe and jade belt, and her younger brother was a famed scholar with effortless charm. None of that had anything to do with her, though. As a mere stepping stone, she died at seventeen, just before all that glory arrived. She did not even survive the first chapter.
With her own life hanging by a thread and a city about to be massacred outside, could Yan Sui, trapped between troubles within and without, find a way to live?
Yan Sui rubbed the fingers she had just used to take her own pulse. If her silver needles had come with her, she would have stuck one into each of the bastards who had helped make her “die of illness.” As an inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage of traditional Chinese medicine, dying was out of the question. And if someone had to die, it ought to be those scumbags.
Yan Sui made it through the first chapter alive. Not only did she survive, she also managed to pull a poor soul back from the brink of death.
Yan Sui rolled up her sleeves, ready to get to work and completely rewrite her family's tragic fate. Then she turned around. “What's going on with you, you poor thing?!”
After that, Yan Sui realized that from then on, her life was one effortless win after another, racing toward a future where the plot had gone completely off the rails.
Bonus scenes:
Jiang Qi: A Sui... Dad beat me up. Ow... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...
Yan Sui: It's fine. Just give Dad a bowl of medicinal food.
The next day, after days and nights of being ground down by official duties, Jiang's father ate a bowl of medicinal food and went completely numb. Besides secretly glaring at his troublemaking son, he lost interest even in the beautiful women he liked best.
Jiang Qi: A Sui... Zhang Erlang called me a wastrel in front of everyone. Sob, sob...
Yan Sui: What's the big deal? The weather's getting cold. Let Zhang Erlang have a nice long rest.
The next day, Zhang Erlang, who had been sabotaged by Jiang Qi, still couldn't get out of bed. Then he began spending night after night lying awake until dawn.
Jiang Qi: A Sui... That bastard surnamed Tang is too hard to deal with. Just looking at him makes me sick. Hurry and wash my eyes for me...
Yan Sui: Perfect. The pit is ready. Let's bury him.
The next day, everyone in the capital invited their friends and went to dance on the grave of a certain newly risen official surnamed Tang.
Yan Sui says that anyone who bullies even a poor little thing deserves what they get!
Everyone: You call the cold-blooded and ruthless commander of the Censorial Affairs Bureau a “poor little thing”? Are you blind?
Theme: Beyond the rough patches lies a smooth road.
