O filho póstumo do marido já vem com seu próprio alimento

Lin Qiuran opened her eyes and saw the same withered brown beams and earth-yellow ceiling—low enough to feel suffocating. Another night had passed, yet she still had not returned to the modern world. It seemed she truly had traveled through time.

Two days ago, she had found herself in the body of a peasant girl in ancient times. The original owner had been married just over two months before, to Xiao Xun from the neighboring village. On the third day after their wedding, her husband had left to join the army, leaving her to live with his parents.

The Xiao elders, though, were kindly enough—there were no younger brothers or sisters-in-law, so her days had been relatively peaceful and unburdened. That was, until disaster struck.

Three days ago, the village head came to the Xiao house with terrible news: Xiao Xun had died in battle, his body lost.

Upon hearing this, the original owner’s mother-in-law, Madam Sun, fainted on the spot. As for the young bride, faced with widowhood so soon after marriage, she too collapsed in grief—and it was Lin Qiuran who awoke thereafter.

Upon waking, Lin Qiuran was told by Madam Sun something that was not good for her, but a lifeline for the Xiao family: she was pregnant.

For Lin Qiuran, this was a bolt from the blue. Her husband was dead, but he had left behind a posthumous child.

The original owner was only eighteen, with a lifetime ahead of her. But Lin Qiuran was not the original; to her, the child was just an embryo, and she felt nothing for Xiao Xun, whom she had never even met. How could she b