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“Ah Chuan…”

“Tonight, Yun gave herself to you…”

“From now on, just pretend Yun is dead…”

In the midst of his hazy stupor, the sound of a young woman’s soft sobbing reached his ears. A warm, supple body pressed close, fragrant and feverish.

He had no idea how much time passed.

Lin Chuan opened his eyes.

What lay before him was not the military hospital, but a dilapidated thatched cottage. The coarse bedding reeked of mildew, straw raincoats hung upon the mottled earthen wall, and the corners were cluttered with odds and ends.

Where was this? And… what happened last night? The girl…

Before he could make sense of it, his mind erupted in a blinding roar. An ocean of memories detonated within his skull.

“I’ve crossed into another world?”

This was the Great Qian Dynasty—a dynasty that had never existed in any history book. The place was Willow Village, a tiny settlement on the borderlands.

The body he now occupied was also called Lin Chuan, a poor and destitute scholar. He and the girl next door, Liu Yun, had been childhood sweethearts, betrothed since infancy.

Three years ago, Yun’s father passed away, delaying their wedding indefinitely. Now, in just two months, her mourning period would end.

But Old Master Zhang, the local landlord, suddenly appeared at their door with his house guards, brandishing a promissory note. He claimed that before Yun’s father died, he had borrowed twenty taels of silver and never repaid it. With interest piling up, the sum doubled each year—forty taels the first, eighty