If I Were Jia Baoyu

Having read the Eighty Chapters of Red Mansions thoroughly, I know that all beauties are destined to be ill-fated. A modern lover of red studies once passed away and became Jia Baoyu, the second son of the Rongguo Mansion who was born with a jade in his head. The Jia Mansion, which is cooked in flames and decorated with flowers and brocades, looks like a beautiful place, but in fact, it has long been hollow and rotten inside. The past life is only left with regrets. In this life, I play chess and enter the game. On the outside, I guard the gentle and moist nature of the jade, but on the inside, I hide the myriad hills and valleys of another world. There is no demonic reform, no reversal of people's nature, no defiance of nature to show off one's power, one can only rely on the prophets of previous lives to understand the root causes of all disasters. Inside, smooth the undercurrent at the gate of the house, protect the fragrance of the Grand View Garden, and prevent Daiyu from shedding tears, Tanchun getting married far away, Jinchai throwing herself into a well, Qingwen dying unjustly... Outside, he saw through the turmoil in the court, cut off the cancer in the Ning Mansion, reversed the hereditary decline of the Jia family, and rewrote the desperate path of copying the family against the will of heaven. Let's see how I, Jia Baoyu, use my mortal body to defeat fate, protect my beauty with my true heart, and use my own efforts to rebuild the illustrious Duke's mansion for a hundred years.