Transmigrating to the Republic of China: Painting a Chaotic, Splendid Age

The Republic of China was a turbulent era of warlords, warfare, and division. When the nest is destroyed, what egg can remain intact? The powerful fought for dominance, never understanding the hardships and devastation endured by ordinary people.

He was a warlord whose iron-fisted rule made him famous across the sixteen southern provinces. She transmigrated through time and space, only to become an orphan struggling to survive in his territory. Her exquisite embroidery made her renowned throughout Jiangnan, and her mind was full of strange ideas.

Everyone said that the young Marshal of the Si family was cold and ruthless, but they didn't know he had given all his tenderness to a girl from afar. Only in front of her did he let down his guard. People always said the Ye family's girl had no heart, but they didn't know she had given it to him long ago. Every joy and sorrow in her life was bound up with him.

"I rule the sixteen southern provinces, yet I can't give you a happy, peaceful home. I don't even dare make you a promise."

"I like you for who you are, and nothing else. Even if you were no longer a young marshal, I would still be happy, because then I could finally be the one to protect you."

"Don't you trust me? Or have you never trusted me at all?"

"Who exactly is he? Have I given you too much, for you to be this insolent?"

From then on, our paths may cross again, but we will never meet.