Chapter 2: Wearing poorly, becoming a poor family's daughter

  Don't congratulate me on encountering this once-in-eight-hundred-years opportunity, I'm not even dressed properly.

  Just look at this shabby and simple house.

  Others who travel through time are princesses or noblewomen, but I'm probably just a lowly concubine or a poor girl.

  Rubbing his nearly splitting head, he didn't know whether "he" had fallen into the water or slipped and fallen down the cliff.

  I got up and looked around for something that any transmigrating female would do - find a mirror.

  Excuse me, there isn't even a mirror in this room.

  Fortunately, there was a basin of water on the face rack in the corner. I put on my shoes and walked over. Although I had just woken up, my spirit was surprisingly good. As someone who has congenital heart disease in modern times, this kind of relaxed and cheerful feeling made me feel comfortable.

  The "me" in the clear water has a goose egg-like fair and rosy complexion, with eyebrows and eyes like a painting. Although it can't bear the words "extremely beautiful", it's still delicate and lovely enough to be said so.

  This healthy look satisfies me.

  "Is anyone there?" I pushed open the old cypress door with peeling vermilion paint and called out softly, following the principle that a woman should be able to turn the situation around at will, so I wasn't worried about my current life.

  After waiting for a long time without any reaction, just as I was about to close the door, a woman with a dark face suddenly jumped out and said coldly: "Su'er, how many times have I told you? Your fate is like this, why don't you listen? The Song family has power and influence, it's your great fortune that you can go and rush into happiness."

  I blinked blankly, my mind racing with analysis: I'm a poor girl from a humble family, and in this era, it seems I'm also known as Su Su. It appears that "I" am being forced to marry into the Song family to ward off bad luck. Apparently, "I" must be unwilling, so I'll pretend to be ill or make a suicidal attempt, resulting in my body being taken over by the real me.

  Who is this aunt in front of us?

  "Suer, listen to your mother. Originally it was me, my mother said while wiping away tears, trying to say sadly: Although that young master is only twelve years old and his body is not good, he is still a young master after all, you will be a young lady when you marry him, enjoying blessings from then on, no longer having to starve with your mother..."

  Auntie said it's all reasonable, but is she really thinking of "me" for my own good?