Chapter 1 Flies don't land on eggs without cracks
In the small, dilapidated courtyard of the Song family in Qingliu Village.
A emaciated little girl clung to the woman's leg, pleading.
"Auntie, please don't marry my sister off to that old man. I'll eat less and work more from now on—"
Before he could finish speaking, the woman kicked him to the ground.
"Pah! You heartless, worthless piece of trash!"
"Your parents abandoned you a long time ago, I raised you! It's only right that you serve me like a slave! Your sister is mine too, she has to do whatever I tell her to do!"
"She has to marry him today, whether she likes it or not. Even if she dies, she has to die in the Wang family!"
He's triangular eyes gleamed with a sharp light.
Normally, a daughter is expected to give a dowry when she marries, but she doesn't need to when she marries an old man. She makes a net profit of ten taels of silver as a betrothal gift!
Madam He and the matchmaker each took one arm, lifted the starving girl up, smeared some red rouge and lipstick on her face, and stuffed her into the bridal sedan chair.
This commotion almost caused them to miss the auspicious time. The sedan chair bearers quickly lifted the sedan chair and rushed towards the Wang family, afraid that they would miss out on their reward money if they were late.
During the violent jolting, Song Li's head slammed against the side of the sedan chair.
What's going on?
Outside the sedan chair, murmurs could be heard.
"The eldest daughter of the Song family is so pitiful. She has no parents since she was a child, was abused by her uncle and aunt, and now she is being forced to marry the old man as a concubine!"
"How despicable! Back then, Song Lao Da (eldest brother) always subsidized his brother's family with money, and during the off-season, he would even go to the prefectural city to pull boats to earn money for his brother's expenses. Ever since he got into trouble, Song Er (second brother) and his wife have turned their backs on him!"
"Shh, keep your voice down. The He family has connections in the government; they're not to be trifled with."
"Flies don't land on eggs without cracks. Actually, this Song Daya... well, never mind, let's not talk about it."
Suddenly, someone in the crowd said something that made everyone fall silent, a sense of lingering fear that they had almost gotten into trouble.
At that moment, Song Li felt a sharp pain in her head, and a wave of unfamiliar memories surged back.
This is the Great Yu Dynasty, a fictional dynasty not recorded in historical records.
She transmigrated into the body of a fifteen-year-old village girl named Song Daya.
The original owner's father was conscripted into the army ten years ago and never returned. It is said that he died in battle. After giving birth to her younger sister, her mother felt that there was no hope for the future and remarried.
The two sisters then lived with their uncle and aunt, who treated them like livestock. Now, their wicked aunt has sold them for ten taels of silver to the landlord Wang in the next village as his ninth concubine.
Influenced by her mother's belief that "marrying a man is for food and clothing," the original owner of this body was eager to get married and started chasing after men all over the village from the age of eleven or twelve.
The villagers were all afraid of her. Now that they saw her being sold by He Shi, not a single person was willing to help her, all afraid of getting themselves into trouble.
Song Li sighed, rubbing his forehead.
In her previous life, she was a beauty influencer who had finally achieved top sales on the platform and used her bonus to buy her first villa. However, just a few days after the renovation, an earthquake struck, and she was crushed to death under the collapsed roof beams. She never expected to encounter such a tragic start in her transmigration.
Why does fate have to be so cruel to her?
Song Li felt an itch on her face and reached out to scratch it. To her surprise, she scratched her hand and found it covered in blood, which startled her.
However, she quickly recognized it as Rouge, and in a flash, her eyes crinkled with a smile.
She's truly blessed!
...
The bridal sedan chair bumped along the way and soon arrived at Old Man Wang's house.
The sedan chair bearers and the matchmaker both breathed a sigh of relief, as they hadn't missed the auspicious time.
The reward is guaranteed!
Old Wang is sixty-three years old this year.
His back was hunched, and his face, covered with age spots and wrinkles, looked much younger than usual in his brand-new groom's attire. His wrinkled face beamed with a smile like a daisy.
"The groom is kicking the sedan chair!"
The matchmaker called out joyfully.
Old Wang, supporting his former concubine with one hand and leaning on his cane with the other, hurriedly walked to the bridal sedan chair and raised one foot.
The sedan curtain was kicked.
Old Wang looked expectantly at the sedan curtain, hoping the young lady would get out of the sedan chair soon.
This was the little girl he spotted at first sight on the ridge of a field when he went to Qingliu Village to collect the rent the day before yesterday. She had big, bright eyes, and he fell in love with her at first sight.
However, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement from inside the sedan chair.
Old Wang quickly kicked it again.
After waiting for a while, there was still no movement!
Old Wang kicks again.
Still no one came out!
The crowd fell silent. Was the bride going to commit suicide on the way?
It makes sense, really. A fifteen-year-old virgin, forced to marry a man in his sixties as a concubine. How pitiful.
The matchmaker became nervous.
"Bride, get out of the sedan chair quickly!" she urged.
The sedan chair still didn't move.
The person seems to be truly dead.
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. They had only intended to watch the spectacle, but little did they expect it to escalate so dramatically.
Some people started saying it was a terrible thing, selling a perfectly good girl to an old man as a concubine, how heartless must the family be? And Wang Laocai was too lecherous, still thinking about taking a ninth wife at his advanced age.
Wang Laocai felt a little guilty when he heard the people talking.
He hurriedly and forcefully said, "I married Song Daya from Qingliu Village, that shameless girl who chases after men all day long."
Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately fell silent again.
They knew that Song Daya from Qingliu Village was indeed a crazy woman who would relentlessly pursue any man she saw since she was a child.
I heard that her mother was like that back then, which is why she abandoned her two young children to remarry.
Seeing that everyone was silent, Old Man Wang was satisfied.
Meanwhile, inside the sedan chair, Song Li quickly applied her new makeup with the cheap rouge on her face and then lifted the sedan chair curtain.
The crowd then spotted a familiar, slender figure walking out... It really was the madwoman, Song Daya!
The crowd fell silent, all feeling that they had misplaced their sympathy for the wrong person.
Song Li didn't care and casually lifted the red veil, revealing a face covered in blood.
Upon seeing this, everyone gasped in shock.
Oh my god, that was terrifying!
Why is Song Daya's face covered in blood, looking like a vengeful ghost?
"A ghost!"
In the crowd, a timid woman fainted from fright, demonstrating just how realistic the effect was.
Old Wang frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
Song Li was secretly pleased. As a beauty influencer, her makeup skills were top-notch. She could do makeup with her eyes closed. Otherwise, how would she earn tips and sell products?
It seems that this face alone is enough to successfully break off the engagement.
"I am your ninth concubine."
As Song Li spoke, she lifted her skirt and quickly went into the house.
Old Wang's eyelids twitched as he read it.
He wants a beautiful woman, not a vengeful ghost.
Song Li, however, sat down at the table without any hesitation.
Fearing she would run away from the marriage, Madam He starved her for seven days. The original owner of this body had grown up half-starved and half-fed, and her body was weak. She couldn't withstand it, so she had her soul replaced.
If she doesn't eat soon, she'll probably end up like Yuan.
Song Li wolfed down his food, finishing almost half of the delicious dishes on the table in no time, much to the chagrin of Old Wang.
When he sent someone to the Song family to buy Song Daya, Madam He didn't say anything about how much this girl could eat!
No! Even if he eats less, he won't take it. This girl's face is covered in blood, so the injury must be serious. She's probably disfigured.
He can't possibly spend money to buy an ugly monster!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. With a dark expression, Wang Laocai said, "No way, I want a refund!"
Song Li frowned. She did want to back out, but why did her words sound so awkward?
But Wang Laocai began to mutter, "No, it's not worth returning the goods."
It's rare to buy such a beautiful girl for just ten taels of silver. Wouldn't it be a huge loss to return her?
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