Chapter 1

Opening his eyes blankly, Tian Shiyi looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, and his whole body couldn't help but shiver. This place was clearly not the world he had originally lived in.

His body felt cold, and his head ached as if it were about to split. Tian Shiyi clutched his head and curled up. Immediately, many fragmented memories flooded his mind.

From the remaining memories, he knew that this was actually the Song Dynasty, and the current emperor was Emperor Huizong, who called himself the "Teaching Lord Daojun."

Tian Shiyi was completely dumbfounded. He had long lost all fear of death. Anyone lying on a hospital bed, waiting silently for the final moment, would find it a form of liberation. But from pain to despair, and from despair to numbness, he had finally come to terms with life and death. How could he come back to life, and even end up in the Song Dynasty?

The original owner of this body was also named Tian Shiyi. He wasn't named so because he was the eleventh among his brothers, nor was it a memorable date. It was simply because his mother was the eleventh concubine of his rogue father.

A bastard, in this era, had no status to speak of.

His "rogue" father wasn't called that for nothing; he was indeed a rebel, Prince Jin, Tian Hu.

A month ago, it was rumored that Fang La was going to hold a gathering of heroes and select a husband for his daughter among the many heroes. Tian Hu immediately decided to send his legitimate son, Tian Ding, to Hangzhou.

The benefits of allying with Fang La were numerous, but Tian Hu was worried that his legitimate son was coarse and ugly. That's when he remembered that he had a handsome and educated illegitimate son who could serve as a "backup."

The journey was tiring, and the "backup" Tian Shiyi fell ill upon arriving in Hangzhou due to the change in climate.

His brother Tian Ding glanced at this unfamiliar younger brother with disdain, waved his hand lightly, and the seriously ill Tian Shiyi was abandoned in a secluded alley by the "heroes" of Jinzhou.

That night, Tian Shiyi's soul was scattered, and he was reborn here.

The remaining memories were few, but he knew that Fang La had not yet rebelled. In other words, there was still some time before the Jin army invaded the south.

However, Tian Shiyi's knowledge of history was equally limited. He only knew that the Jin army would invade the south and that there was the humiliation of Jingkang. He had no idea how much peace remained.

If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have been sneaking peeks at girls during history class.

Now, Tian Shiyi, who had been reborn from a typical poor second generation to a rogue's second generation, was still very poor, with not a single copper coin to his name.

Fatigue and weakness quickly spread throughout his body. Tian Shiyi no longer had the energy to think about his parents, the time to think about going home, or the desire to see the big-eyed nurse he longed to see every day. He had only one thought: to eat. This body hadn't eaten for two whole days.

It was hot in Hangzhou in June, and Tian Shiyi, wandering aimlessly through the alleys, was hungry, tired, and feeling nauseous, fearing he might be suffering from heatstroke.

Just as he was desperately thirsty and hungry, he saw a courtyard gate half-open ahead. Inside the courtyard was a square table, and a woman in her fifties was sitting by the table eating a peach. There was a teapot and several teacups on the table.

Tian Shiyi knocked on the door and entered the courtyard, trying to bow in the ancient style to express his wish for a bowl of water.

The woman, with a peach in her mouth, looked up in surprise and saw a handsome young man bowing awkwardly. She laughed and gestured for Tian Shiyi to sit down and pour himself some tea.

Tian Shiyi quickly thanked her and sat down at the table, drinking six bowls of cold tea in quick succession before heaving a sigh of relief.

As he looked up, Tian Shiyi's heart skipped a beat. The woman's eyes, like those of a dead fish, were glaring at him fiercely, and she was making a "gagging" sound in her throat.

Sweat poured down Tian Shiyi's face as he thought: Could it be that he wasn't in the Song Dynasty but in the underworld?

Upon closer inspection, he realized that the woman was choking on a peach pit, her hands clutching her throat.

Having learned some first aid during his volunteer work, Tian Shiyi quickly moved behind the woman, his arms passing under her armpits, his right fist clenched, and his left hand pressing on his right fist, with his two thumbs pressing against the woman's stomach.

Just as Tian Shiyi was about to apply force, a girl in plain clothes came out of the house.

Seeing Tian Shiyi hugging the woman, the girl shouted in alarm, "Beast, let go of that beast!"

Before Tian Shiyi could understand who was the beast and who was the beast, he felt his arm tighten, and then he was thrown into the air, landing hard on the ground. The woman he was supporting was also taken away by the girl.

The girl used a clever technique, but to be able to throw a man so easily, she must have been a skilled martial artist.

His head hit the ground hard, and Tian Shiyi was dazed. He shook his head forcefully and looked back at the table.

The girl had also noticed the woman's distress but was at a loss, her face full of panic.

Tian Shiyi shouted, "Do you know how to save her?"

The girl shook her head pitifully, "No."

Tian Shiyi roared, "Get out of the way."

Struggling to his feet, Tian Shiyi once again supported the woman, pressing his two thumbs against her stomach and pushing upward.

After three attempts, the woman made a "gurgle" sound, and a peach pit fell onto the table, spinning around.

Seeing the woman saved, Tian Shiyi felt completely drained. Combined with the hard fall, he blacked out and fell backward.

The girl, seeing the young man fall backward with the woman, screamed and grabbed the woman. Without anyone to support him, Tian Shiyi fell hard to the ground, his head hitting the ground with a thud...

...

A cool, refreshing sensation spread across his face, and Tian Shiyi opened his eyes in confusion.

"You're awake! You're awake! Sir, you're awake!"

The woman and the girl exclaimed in surprise.

Tian Shiyi then realized that the girl in plain clothes was using a damp handkerchief to wipe his face, and he was still lying on the ground.

A strong sense of weakness washed over him, and Tian Shiyi almost fainted again. He knew he needed to eat something, or he might die again.

He remembered the peaches on the table and weakly raised his hand, pointing to the square table.

The girl in plain clothes, puzzled, got up and brought the peach pit the woman had spit out to Tian Shiyi. In her haste, she almost shoved it into his mouth.

Tian Shiyi was slightly heatstroke, had just drunk a lot of cold tea, and had been thrown twice, making his stomach feel uncomfortable.

He turned his head and vomited...

...

Seeing Tian Shiyi eat two large peaches, the woman, who had narrowly escaped death, said softly, "The young master must be very hungry."

The girl in plain clothes quickly got up and said, "The porridge on the stove might be ready; I'll bring it over."

Tian Shiyi, eating with salted vegetables, slurped down three large bowls of porridge before he felt a bit more alive. Seeing that he had drunk more than half the pot of porridge, he felt a bit embarrassed.

With food in his stomach, he felt more energetic and had the energy to pay attention to the two people in front of him.

The two introduced themselves. The woman Tian Shiyi had saved was named Lady Liu, the wet nurse of the girl. The girl was surnamed Fang and was the fifth among her sisters, so everyone called her Fifth Girl. As for Fifth Girl's name, she didn't mention it, and Tian Shiyi didn't dare to ask. After all, it was the Song Dynasty, and casually asking a girl's name was taboo.

Lady Liu was an ordinary woman, and the girl in plain clothes was not particularly beautiful, only pretty. However, her figure was truly "great."

Hearing that the girl was surnamed Fang, Tian Shiyi's heart skipped a beat, thinking, "Could it be this coincidental?"

PS: Could Fifth Girl be Fang La's daughter? I guess not, what about you? Want to bet?