Chapter 2: The Female-Dominant Version of Wu Dalang
“Changning, what are you doing?”
“Meditating!” Liu Changning pressed the speakerphone button.
With hands clasped together, she sat cross-legged by the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, a full moon hung high, its gentle light shining brightly.
A choking cough came from the phone: “You… haven’t given up on cultivation yet? I’ve told you before, those posts about cultivation and qi gathering on the forums are all nonsense, and you’re the only one who believes them.”
The long-haired woman remained unmoved, closing her eyes, her cherry lips parting slightly: “The Earth’s spiritual energy is depleted, so cultivation is indeed impossible. But absorbing the essence of the sun and moon at dawn and dusk every day can nourish qi and strengthen the body. Don’t you see I’m becoming more and more beautiful? That’s the reason!”
“Damn! Isn’t your beauty due to the peach blossom makeup I taught you recently?”
“…”
“Hey, hey, hey! Why aren’t you saying anything?” The person on the other end of the phone clearly couldn’t bear the silence.
Chattering endlessly: “By the way, did you read ‘The Emperor’s Consort’ I sent you yesterday? There’s a supporting character with the same name as you… a female-dominant version of Wu Dalang… haha, it’s so engaging!”
Liu Changning suddenly opened her eyes, unable to tolerate it any longer: “Wei San, if you send me that kind of trashy novel again, be careful, I’ll ruthlessly crush your dreams and send screenshots to your sugar daddy!”
A wail came from the other end of the phone: “Don’t! How is it trashy? My dear lady. You’ve been so busy cultivating that you’ve become an emotionless old cadre, but you can’t deny other people’s true, good, and beautiful things. Even the female-dominant version of Wu Dalang has true love for the male lead! Do you understand pure love?”
“It’s getting late, I need to meditate. Goodbye!”
The moonlight was soft, and the stars were densely scattered.
Liu Changning habitually began to practice qi circulation, but unfortunately, there was no spiritual energy, so all the circulation was useless. The only consolation was that absorbing the weak essence of the sun and moon could strengthen her body and maintain her stunning beauty.
After meditating for two hours, she obediently went to bed. After all, since failing the tribulation and transmigrating to modern society, without spiritual energy to protect her, she was just an ordinary person who needed rest.
Tonight, the moonlight was hauntingly beautiful!
――
Fifth Year of Yifeng, Summer
Huashi Town, Xiqiao Village
At noon, there was no wind, and it was scorching hot.
The uncultivated yellow soil in the fields seemed about to burst into flames. The farm women who hadn’t returned home yet stopped their work and rested under a large banyan tree by the field ridge.
Looking around, only one person was standing in the entire field. A familiar woman shouted loudly: “Changning, take a break! The sun is too strong, don’t catch a heat stroke!”
Unexpectedly, just as she shouted, the slender woman in the distance suddenly collapsed with a “thud.”
The villagers, all acquainted with each other, watched helplessly as the pitiful Liu woman fell. They rushed out from the shade of the tree and together carried the fainted woman to the old banyan tree.
“Is Changning alright?”
“Is she still breathing?”
“According to Doctor Lu, heat stroke is caused by temporary qi blockage. Pressing her philtrum should wake her up!”
“I say this child’s life is too bitter. Growing up being enslaved by those uncles in the Liu family was bad enough, and now that she’s finally independent. She had good luck marrying a husband in the county, thinking she could have a good life. But who would have thought she’d marry such a wastrel of a husband…”
“To be honest, it’s this child’s nature that’s too honest. If it were me, I would have long ago kicked out that fickle husband who changes his mind as often as he changes clothes.”
“Poor thing, the hardworking and uncomplaining Changning, look how she’s been worn down!”
…
Amidst the noisy chatter, the women talked over each other, not noticing that the woman lying on the ground’s eyelashes trembled, and her eyes suddenly opened.
Her tea-colored eyes flashed with a sharp light, which quickly disappeared without a trace.
She propped herself up with her thin arms and sat up. The sound of her rising interrupted the sighing of the women around her.
The villagers, warm-hearted as they were, all showed relieved smiles on their dark faces when they saw the unfortunate Liu Changning wake up.
Cui Dafu, whose three mu of land was closest to Liu Changning’s house, had the best relationship with her.
Seeing her awake, she hurriedly handed over the bowl in her hand and earnestly advised: “It’s easy to get heatstroke in this hot weather, why don’t you listen to advice, child? Resting for an hour or two and continuing work in the afternoon would be fine! Quick, drink some water to moisten your throat!”
Unable to refuse such kindness, Liu Changning took the chipped bowl and, under Cui Dafu’s attentive gaze, tilted her head back, opened her mouth, and poured a mouthful of water from a distance.
All the movements were done in one fluid motion, and not a drop of water spilled from the bowl.
Cui Dafu was slightly stunned, scratching her head sheepishly and laughing: “Did you learn that from your delicate husband? City folks are always particular, but we can’t afford such practices in the countryside!”
Liu Changning didn’t argue, she just smiled at the person opposite her. That expression was no longer as simple as usual, but had a touch of liveliness.
Cui Dafu blinked, a strange feeling passing through her heart.
While she was in a daze, the women gathered in the shade began to chatter again.
“Changning, this time your aunts really have to say a thing or two. You newlyweds are in the honeymoon phase, and it’s not wrong to pamper your husband at home. But no matter how much we women spoil our men, we can’t joke with our own health!
“It’s already the hottest part of summer, and you’re working from dawn to dusk every day, wearing yourself out!”
“Changning, listen to your aunt’s advice. If it’s for earning a couple of copper coins to buy rouge and powder for your husband, it’s not worth wearing your life away!”
“That’s right! Moreover, for such a… ahem, anyway, niece, don’t be foolish anymore!”
…
The sun was blazing overhead, the ripe crops in the fields were bent with heat, and the grasshoppers hidden in the vegetable leaves were singing for this midsummer.
The women rested on the field ridge for a while, and seeing that Liu Changning was fine, they finally picked up their hoes and went home for lunch. As they left, they didn’t forget to urge Liu Changning to go home and rest quickly.
The surroundings soon quieted down. Liu Changning squinted, struggling to support her weak body, and limped towards the small stream not far from the field.
Along the way, she heard bird songs and insect noises, and as far as the eye could see, there were bushes, field ridges, and open countryside.
She had transmigrated again.
The moment she woke up, the blurry memories of this body forcefully poured into her mind.
After viewing the fragmented life episodes of the original owner, she belatedly realized that the world she had transmigrated to this time was actually from the book Wei San had sent her the day before yesterday.
She had read a small half of it before bed to pass the time.
According to the description in the novel, this was a female-dominated society where women were respected and men gave birth. Women’s social status should be extremely high, but in this novel called “The Emperor’s Consort,” the life of the cannon fodder Liu Changning was extremely miserable.
Oppressed by terrible relatives, she finally managed to separate from the family and marry a husband, but he turned out to be a flirtatious butterfly. With his devastatingly beautiful face, he flirted with women everywhere, giving the original owner one green hat after another.
The plot developed to the point where the original owner suddenly fell ill with cold poison, bedridden, and the male lead callously left at that time.
It truly lived up to the saying that husband and wife are like birds of the same forest, but when disaster strikes, they fly away separately.
The story had reached this point when Liu Changning couldn’t read any further. Their values were different, and reading more would only make her angry at the injustice and hate the lack of virtue.
She never expected that in the blink of an eye, she would transmigrate into this pitiable and tragic cannon fodder!
The dignified Ancestress Liu Changning of the Heartless Dao from the Tianling Realm, having failed her tribulation, instead of her soul dissipating, had transmigrated twice, managing to survive for two lifetimes. She should consider herself lucky.
However, the circumstances of this life… Liu Changning smiled bitterly.
The surface of the small stream reflected the original appearance of this body: skinny as a rail, with dry hair and waxy skin. The only striking feature was a pair of round eyes, which were now drooping, probably from staying up late to work, with dark circles under them.
The original owner was born with a congenital weakness, which was why she was so thin and sickly. Her physical condition had been poor since childhood, and without proper care, it had worsened with overwork and exhaustion. Being able to survive to adulthood was already a mercy from heaven.
Liu Changning had lived three lives in total, and this life was the most miserable in terms of appearance and circumstances.
She raised her hand to rub her chin, which was so sharp it almost pricked her fingers. A flash passed through her eyes; fortunately, it wasn’t a big problem.
As a Tribulation Realm ancestor, although she had transmigrated twice without spiritual energy to cultivate, she knew simple methods to improve her physical condition.
As long as she had enough herbs, all the cold poison in this body could be eliminated.
After carefully organizing the information in her mind, Liu Changning washed her face with clear water before slowly walking home from the riverside.
At this time, the sun was high in the sky, and sweat kept pouring down her body as she walked. Her short hemp clothing was soaked through again and again. Liu Changning frowned and couldn’t help but quicken her pace.
The original owner’s home was at the westernmost edge of Xiqiao Village, five li away from the village’s good fields. Due to the distance and proximity to the mountain, only her family lived on the western edge of the village.
This was the old house she had received when the family divided their property at the beginning of the year.
When the original owner was ten years old, her mother passed away, and her father, overcome with grief, soon followed. Her second aunt, using the excuse of raising her, rightfully occupied the house and fields left by the original owner’s mother.
But she was born with a weak and honest personality, not daring to fight back, and didn’t dare to resist when her second aunt’s family used her as a slave. Fortunately, when she came of age last year, kind-hearted women in the village asked the village head to intervene, allowing the original owner to separate from the family and become independent. Her big aunt gave her the old house at the west end of the village and painfully parted with three mu of good land.
Liu Changning stepped unevenly on the field ridge, her foot already swollen red from the earlier fall. Even though she quickened her pace, she moved more slowly than usual. Under the scorching sun, sweat poured from her body like water from a sponge. She frowned, her expression weary.
The old house was not far away, and being a separate household, she could see the small courtyard from a distance.
Struggling with her body that was almost exhausted, she dragged her steps towards home.
However, at the doorway of the house, she saw the husband this body had recently married.
He… was chatting and laughing with a farm woman.
***
In This Life, I Won’t Be Foolish To Lose You Again (Female-dominant)
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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