Chapter 1: Transmigration

Lin Qing had a spring dream.

In her dream, her entire body felt unbearably hot, weak, and limp. Yet, in her arms was a man equally as burning and scorching.

The man’s physique was solid and taut, his muscles clearly defined under her palms. Even though she couldn’t see his face clearly, Lin Qing could tell that he had an incredible build.

For the first time in her life as a single woman who had never been in a relationship, she had such an embarrassing dream. She tried to force herself awake, but the dream was too vivid, and the man too irresistible. She couldn’t wake up.

Oh well. Having a spring dream isn’t illegal. If she couldn’t have a man in real life, she might as well indulge herself in her dreams.

She immediately gave up struggling, wrapping her arms around the man’s neck and pressing her lips tightly against his.

Her vision blurred, unable to make out the man’s features. All she could see was a hazy silhouette. His lips were surprisingly soft and warm, reminiscent of freshly made dumplings—both hot and tender, as if they could melt in her mouth.

Her nose brushed against his high and prominent nose bridge. Lin Qing couldn’t help but feel satisfied. Even in her dreams, she had been gifted such a stunning man. This level of service was simply too thoughtful, wasn’t it?

“Hiss… it hurts,” Lin Qing murmured. This dream was way too realistic. Could spring dreams really feel this authentic?

Sheng Qi, who had been struggling against the effects of the drug, finally succumbed to his last shred of reason. The pain made Lin Qing grimace, her body tensing before slowly relaxing.

In her dazed state, she felt the man beneath her grow more proactive. His arms wrapped tightly around her neck, and those red lips eagerly sought his.

Under the warm glow of red candles, in an atmosphere filled with soft fragrance, the two on the bed engaged in an intense and passionate struggle, neither willing to submit to the other until they were both utterly exhausted.

A long time later, Lin Qing cracked open her eyes, thinking this spring dream was far too vivid. What a sin. She’d better avoid dreaming like this in the future.

Before drifting back to sleep, she felt herself being held by strong arms, a hoarse voice murmuring by her ear: “Don’t worry. I’ll take responsibility for this.”

When she finally woke up, she nearly died of fright. She was lying on top of a man, their clothes completely disheveled. The soreness in her body was undeniable proof that last night hadn’t been a dream. She had really slept with someone.

But how had this happened? She distinctly remembered being tasked with assassinating the world’s top tomb raider—Leopard—in Country A. Just as she was about to succeed, his bodyguards had forced her to the rooftop of a 100-story building. Resigned to mutual destruction, she had detonated a bomb to perish alongside him.

And yet, this unfamiliar environment was not the afterlife. The surroundings were archaic—the large, antique bed, the intricately carved dressing table—everything exuded an ancient charm.

Beneath her lay a man whose appearance could only be described as breathtaking.

His hair was loose and cascading down his shoulders, his features sharp and defined. With sword-like brows, starry eyes, a high nose bridge, and thinly pressed lips, his face was flawless. He looked no older than seventeen or eighteen, but his youth in no way diminished his allure.

Lin Qing rubbed her temples and murmured, “Lin Qing, have you just committed a crime by sleeping with a minor?”

Her head throbbed as a wave of unfamiliar memories surged into her mind. Her eyes widened in shock.

She had transmigrated.

The original owner of this body was also named Lin Qing, the legitimate daughter of Minister Lin of the Great Yu Kingdom. Her birth mother had passed away from complications during her brother Lin Hao’s delivery, and just a month later, her father had elevated a concubine to the position of the main wife.

With a stepmother came a stepfather. The stepmother feigned kindness in public but secretly allowed her daughter to torment the original Lin Qing. Despite being the eldest legitimate daughter of the family, Lin Qing lived a life worse than that of the servants.

Five years ago, when her father faced setbacks in his career, the stepmother used the pretext of a monk’s prophecy that Lin Qing had a “disastrous, lonely fate” to banish Lin Qing and her brother to a remote manor. The servants there, seeing their misfortune, treated them harshly as well.

Yesterday was the original Lin Qing’s fifteenth birthday. Her half-sister Lin Xia, along with two other sisters from the household, came to the manor under the guise of celebrating her birthday. Their real intention, however, was to humiliate her.

Seeing Lin Qing’s bright eyes, fair skin, and slender figure, Lin Xia was consumed by jealousy. On impulse, she drugged Lin Qing with an aphrodisiac and hired two beggars to ruin her.

Using her last ounce of willpower, Lin Qing had stabbed her thigh with a hairpin to stay somewhat conscious and fled to the roadside. That was when the Lin Qing from modern times transmigrated into her body. When she woke up, she had already slept with the man beside her.