The Peasant Wife Is a Lucky Charm

The world swam into focus for Qin Zhenzhen, a throbbing pain in her forehead her only anchor. "Fifth Brother, come and see. Why isn’t she moving? Is she dead…?" a little girl's voice whispered, followed by a boy's dismissive, "It’s good if she’s dead. It will solve a major problem for our third brother!"

Before she could even open her eyes, she overheard them plotting to cover up her 'accidental' demise. Survival seemed impossible after her car accident, yet here she was, bewildered and disoriented. Slowly, she opened her eyes to find two emaciated children in ancient, tattered clothes scrutinizing her.

"Little Sister, run! She’s pretending to be dead!" the boy shrieked, dragging the girl away as they vanished like startled rabbits. Qin Zhenzhen was left alone in a dilapidated farmhouse, a scene straight out of a period drama. A loquat tree, pecking chicks, moss-covered walls, and old farming tools completed the picture. A large pool of blood stained the ground, confirming the sharp pain in her head. Memories, not her own, flooded her mind – a life as 'Qin Zhenzhen' in this strange, ancient world. She had transmigrated, and her new reality was far more complicated than she could have ever imagined.