Nan Qianqian’s Transmigrated Life

She tried to kill herself by jumping into the sea, but survived. Instead, she unexpectedly ended up in an unknown dynasty, inhabiting the body of a married woman. Looking at the man who is supposedly her husband, she thinks, Wow! He’s a feast for the eyes. Since she’s transmigrated into this body, he’s hers now. She supposes she can put up with him. But then his first words are: “Even if you threaten me with your life, you won’t change the fact that I’m taking Qing Wu as a concubine.” What is this supposed to mean? Damn it... Her modern husband wanted to divorce her, and now this one wants to take a concubine. Good grief, Nan Qianqian has had enough.

The battle to defend women’s rights begins in earnest.

A crowd of guests gathers for the concubine-taking ceremony.

“Moyan, you have to choose between her and me!” Nan Qianqian cries. She stares straight into Moyan’s eyes. “Tell me, who are you choosing?”

Moyan makes no attempt to stop the ceremony. His answer comes without the slightest hesitation: “I choose her.”

Nan Qianqian laughs loudly. She knew this would happen. “Fine! Since you’ve chosen her, I, Nan Qianqian, divorce you here and now in front of everyone. From this moment on, you and I, Moyan, are through!” With that, she turns and walks away, leaving everyone stunned.

“Hmph! If there’s no place for me here, there are plenty of other places that will have me. From now on, Nan Qianqian’s life begins...”

See how Nan Qianqian, a scheming young woman with an appearance that inspires sympathy, takes the ancient world by storm.

Finding a man to support her would be far too easy. Starting a business, though... everyone who transmigrates opens a restaurant or a brothel. How boring. Wait, men in this era can have three wives and four concubines, and brothels are everywhere. Some activities must be pretty strenuous. She knows what to do: sell Liuwei Dihuang pills.

Ha ha, aren’t I clever? I even thought of going to the imperial palace to promote my medicine. As she thinks about it, gold ingots dance before her eyes. Heh heh, gold ingots, here I come!

Nan Qianqian’s famous sayings

“You can count on a man about as much as you can count on mud as a meal. Gold, now that’s the only thing I can really rely on.”

“Men say women are like clothes. Nan Qianqian says men are like shoes. You have to trample them underfoot so they’ll remember you forever, because to them, whatever they can’t have is always the best.”

But when the emperor, princes, assassins, and countless other exceptional men all fall for her and insist they can’t live without her, what will she do?

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