Ninguém me disse que ela era uma imperatriz!

“Shoes are torn, hat is torn, the donkey beneath me mocks me, how much do I owe, two hundred eighty silver more…”
On the official road winding through the woods.
Fan Xiu sat backwards on his donkey, a stalk of foxtail grass between his teeth, singing a ditty with leisurely ease.
Today was the second day since he'd crossed into the Great Yin Dynasty. The original owner of this body was a pedantic scholar, wholly devoted to the classics, frail of constitution, who had finally passed the provincial exam. In a fit of wild joy, he died suddenly!
His family, the Fans, had borrowed a considerable sum—two hundred eighty taels of silver—to support his studies, hoping he would win the top honors and bring glory to the clan.
The worst part: before crossing over, Fan Xiu had just paid off his mortgage, only to be saddled with a mountain of debt again!
Who could he complain to?
Even a donkey’s life wasn’t this miserable!
But he still had to return home.
The Great Yin Dynasty enforced strict household registration; running off would brand him a vagrant, and the official sent to report the good news must have already arrived at the Fan household. The entire family was likely awaiting his return.
Just thinking about their hopeful gazes, anticipating his triumph, and the looming debt made Fan Xiu feel crushed under the weight of a mountain.
Once home, his family would surely prepare for his journey to the capital for the imperial exam.
But going to the capital was out of the question.
He simply didn’t have the ability.