It had been exactly one month since Lian Wan'er woke up in ancient times — in someone else's body that happened to share her name, face, and complete lack of common sense.
During that month, she did not go outside.Not even once.
Her new daily routine was simple:Eat. Sleep. Farm. Judge other people's intelligence. Repeat.
Until one fateful night—
"Wait a second… I can use Qinggong?!"
Her eyes sparkled like twin data processors detecting new software.
From her balcony, she had secretly been watching her older brother, Lian Wei, leaping gracefully between bamboo stalks under the moonlight.He looked like a divine immortal.
Wan'er's brain, on the other hand, was doing quantum calculations.
'He's literally defying gravity. Is there a spiritual magnetic field? Air pressure control? Ki-based propulsion? HOW?'
After thirty minutes of analysis and ten minutes of waving her arms like a malfunctioning robot, she decided to try.
And somehow—she succeeded.
Wan'er stood lightly on a bamboo leaf.
"…Holy cabbage. I'm doing it. I'm ACTUALLY DOING IT!"
Then she began hopping around the courtyard like an excited grasshopper on caffeine.
"Just who IS this original Wan'er?!" she exclaimed mid-air."Could it be… our souls are linked through pure genius?! Or was she secretly Bruce Lee with boobs?!"
She laughed to herself, bouncing between rooftops, not noticing the pair of sharp eyes following her from the shadows.
After an hour of self-congratulations, Wan'er finally sighed contentedly."Okay, enough fun. I should go back before I accidentally discover immortality or something."
But just as she was about to leap off the wall—
A warm, firm hand suddenly caught her wrist.
The grip was strong, but not harsh.The voice that followed sent a shiver down her spine.
"You really think," the man said lowly, "that you can trespass and escape that easily?"
Wan'er blinked at the tall, broad-shouldered man before her — moonlight gleaming off his black hair, sharp jawline, and eyes that could probably make a lesser woman swoon.
Her brain short-circuited.
Then, like a machine set to chaos mode, she muttered, "I can."
And before she could process what she was doing — she moved.
Smooch.
She kissed him.Full on the lips.
The man froze.Wan'er blinked once, then twice.
'What the hell did I just do?'
By the time his brain rebooted—she was gone.
Next morning.
Wan'er whistled as she walked through the courtyard in a loose men's outfit, hoe slung over her shoulder like a legendary farmer-warrior.
She was on her way to water her spiritual vegetables when a shrill cry interrupted her peace.
"Sister! Sister, please don't marry Prince Jin!"
Wan'er turned her head lazily.There was her little sister, Lian Meiyu, kneeling dramatically in front of her, tears sparkling like she was auditioning for a tragic opera.
"Prince Jin and I are in love! You're beautiful and talented, you can marry anyone you want—but not him!"
Behind them, servants peeked from behind pillars.Maids gasped.The Duke's entire household gathered like gossiping fans around a street performer.
Wan'er blinked once.
Then twice.
"Sure."
She gave the most casual, monotone response imaginable.Then she simply picked up her hoe, balanced it on her shoulder, and walked off toward her beloved field.
The crowd collectively froze.
"…Did she just say 'sure'?"
"Wait, is that… a hoe?"
"Why is she wearing men's clothes?!"
Meiyu's tears stopped mid-drop."Is that… really my arrogant, stupid sister?"
Then came the inevitable—
"LIAN WAN'ER!!!"
Duke Lian's roar echoed across the mansion as he stomped into the courtyard, his face a masterpiece of disbelief.
"My first daughter! Walking around in a man's outfit! With a hoe! In broad daylight!"
Wan'er didn't even look back.She just waved lazily over her shoulder.
"Relax, Father. I'm just cultivating my farm."
The Duke fainted on the spot.