After transmigrating into the body of a peasant girl in ancient times, she had no fine clothes or delicious food, but she found the family affection she’d never experienced in her previous life.
To help support the household, Song Jingshu took her injured elder sister’s place and married the sickly third son of the Duan family in the neighboring village, supposedly to bring him good fortune.
Everyone said that the Duan family’s third son had been bedridden for years, and that his mother was a foul-tempered shrew.
Her obsessive, sickly husband was indeed frail, but he treated her like a queen.
Her mother-in-law was indeed fierce, but whenever anyone tried to bully her, she was the first to stand up for her.
When Song Jingshu said she wanted to start a business, her husband gazed at her adoringly. “Ashu, you can do whatever you like.”
Her mother-in-law waved a hand and produced one tael of silver. “Go for it!”
Pest control, local snacks, a cosmetics shop: Song Jingshu could handle it all.
With Song Jingshu leading the way, the Duan family’s life grew better and better, making everyone else envious.
Song Jingshu took her sickly husband by the hand and pointed at the shops. “Look, dear, this is the empire I built for you!”
The third son of the Duan family smiled at her and patted her head. “Our Ashu is amazing!”
