Shen Wangshu was a rising star in the world of medicine, a brilliant young doctor mastered in both Western and Chinese healing. After a grueling surgery, she headed to the mountains for a breath of fresh air—only to meet a spectacularly clumsy end on the trek down.
When she opened her eyes, she wasn’t in a hospital; she was in a dynasty that history books forgot. She had transmigrated into a novel, trapped in the body of a minor character who looked exactly like her. This girl’s life wasn’t just difficult—it was a tragedy in the making.
With two younger brothers to raise and a world collapsing under the weight of natural disasters and war, the odds were stacked against her. But Wangshu wasn’t worried.
“Let the ‘blessed’ protagonist have her luck,” Wangshu whispered, feeling the familiar hum of her System and the vast, stocked warehouse of her Pocket Dimension. “And let the villainess keep her scripts. I have something better.”
As the masses starved during the great flight from famine, Wangshu and her brothers lived in luxury. When the road became too long, she simply hopped on her mountain bike and sped past the dusty caravans. When the fires of war reached their doorstep and enemy ranks tightened around them, she didn’t reach for a sword.
“You brought cavalry to a gunfight?” she murmured, pulling a modern weapon from the void. “Poor choice.”
In a world of chaos, she didn’t just plan to survive—she planned to rule the road.
A Note from the Author
“The blurb doesn’t do it justice—come dive into the story! I’ve poured my heart into this world, so please enjoy it as its own unique journey. This is a work of historical fiction and pure imagination; no need to overthink the logic!”
