o Quan shook his head. If he hadn't traveled through time, he would be at a KTV right now, singing and drinking. How wonderful that would have been!He gazed at the bright moon in the sky, and was remi...The bright moon hung high, at the end of the corridor.

Beside a stench-filled stable, Xiao Quan woke up from a haystack.

He opened his eyes and the overwhelming stench of feces almost made him faint.

Tonight's night was exceptionally bright, a dazzling red caught his eye.

He lowered his head and saw a flash of red, the crimson garment catching his eye. This brilliant red attire was an ancient wedding dress.

Xiao Quan is a manager of a collection hall. He knows about ancient poetry, songs, food, housing, travel, and handicrafts like the back of his hand. At first glance, this garment seems to be Qin embroidery, which has been lost in modern times.

This is the last one, even in modern times it's hard to find a copy for under 5 million yen.

"Could you please sleep over there a little You're blocking me from working, Uncle." At this moment, a young stablehand carrying a feed bucket impatiently asked.

Xiao Quan looked around the unfamiliar surroundings with confusion. "Granduncle... uncle What granduncle Where are we"

As expected, his nephew was just as he had said, mediocre in talent and dull-witted.

The maidservant didn't even bat an eyelid, her voice laced with a haughty tone: "Where This is the Qin Residence. Today is your and Miss Qin's wedding night! It's your home!!"

Xiao Quan's brows furrowed. Clearly, being thrown next to horse manure was a stark contrast to the splendor of the red lanterns and candles, yet here it was.

He was a bit dazed and recalled that two hours ago, after the museum closed, Xiao Quan had counted all the artifacts, locked up the museum, and left.

My colleague said that today is Xiao Quan's birthday and we should book a KTV room to have a good time singing.

He should be at a karaoke bar singing his heart out right now!

He accidentally missed the filming crew today, as they often come to the museum to shoot documentaries.

Thinking and thinking, the memories in his mind welled up like someone twisting open a tap, pouring forth experiences that weren't his own.

Originally, he was Xiao Ding, whose name was Shengquan. He was a loyal and honest person who endured hardship and worked hard.

The Xiao family was a family of founding heroes, helping the founding emperor win the territory they have today. Unfortunately, by the time of Xiao Quan, the family had fallen into decline.

Today is the big day for him and Miss Qin, his childhood fiancée.

The last picture in Xiao Quan's mind was Xiao Ding being knocked unconscious by someone behind him before he even saw the bride's face, after everyone shouted "Send off the house!"

Xiao Ding was just a frail scholar, he couldn't withstand such a fatal blow to the neck. He first fell into a coma and then died on the cold hay in the stable.

On their wedding night, a living person died without anyone caring.

Later on, it was Xiao Quan who crossed over and took over Xiao Ding's life, allowing him to live again.

"Come in, this is where you'll sleep." The stable boy pointed to the old kitchen next to the stables, rather rudely.

"Just this" Xiao Quan's eyes sank, how mean the Qin family was!

This is the kitchen for the servants. The master has a special small kitchen for himself, and the servants eat their meals in this old kitchen.

Xiao Ding's status in the Qin family was about the same as a dog.

Xiao Quan glanced at the watchdog at the gate, with a pointed muzzle, flat ears standing upright. It was clearly a Chinese native breed. It seemed that this era had much to do with ancient China, but Xiao Quan still wasn't sure what dynasty it was.

"Uncle, this place still offers shelter from the wind and rain. It's not bad to have a place to sleep."

The little servant was indignant, and Xiao Quan's eyes grew cold when he heard it. He let out a cold snort.

"Go to sleep early, Uncle. Otherwise, I'll be exhausted serving you all night."

The servant girl saw Xiao Quan lost in thought, shook her head, turned away, and set down the bucket of grain before leaving. A servant like him didn't even need to sleep in the kitchen. This nephew-in-law had no status or prospects at the Qin family, so there was no need to please him.

Thus, in the dilapidated kitchen, only Xiao Quan remained.

At that moment, a tall and burly man stood outside the door, refusing to step inside even half a step, but his voice was deep and powerful.

“Xiao, today’s incident will serve as a lesson for you! Don’t think that because you’re married into the Qin family, you are one of us! If you dare to lay a finger on my sister, I will cut off your fingers and feed them to the dogs!”

Xiao Quan turned his head slightly, glancing at the person who was so arrogant.

Here comes Qin Feng.

The Qin family produced outstanding talents generation after generation, and they also placed great emphasis on cultivating them. Each member of the grandson generation was both scholarly and martial, excelling in all areas.

This Qin Feng is the eldest grandson, and his post is that of a fourth-rank official, in charge of guarding the imperial palace gates. He is a high-ranking military officer; his second grandson is Xiao Ding's wife, Qin Shu, who is said to be talented.

Besides Sun Tzu's generation, all members of the Qin family were renowned for their loyalty and valor as generals.

While Qin Shu's parents and grandfather, Qin Bafang, were at the front line subduing the Xiongnu, so they weren't present for today's wedding. Only Qin family grandmother was there to attend.

Qin Feng glared menacingly, but Xiao Quan wasn't fazed: "Brother, I am a gentleman. I wouldn't force myself on Qin Miss."

He uttered a nonchalant remark that left Qin Feng extremely displeased. Unwilling to even marry his sister

He shouted, "Empty words! A mere poor scholar like you, to be my Qin family's son-in-law is pure luck! What are you putting on a show for"

My younger sister is beautiful and talented, the first in Kyoto! If it weren't for your grandfather being a founding hero, what ability do you have to be worthy of the Qin family

"If it weren't for my grandfather forcing you to be this useless son-in-law, you wouldn't even be able to step into the Qin residence!"

Qin Feng's attitude made Xiao Quan seem like a stray dog begging for scraps: "However, since you are already Qin family's son-in-law, our Qin family rules with benevolence and righteousness. If you behave yourself, the Qin family will ensure you have food and shelter for life. But if you want more, there won't be any!"

"But if you're not honest and dare to touch my sister, watch out for your head!"

Qin Feng loved his younger sister dearly. From a young age, Qin Shu had been the apple of the Qin family's eye. He looked down upon Xiao Quan as an incompetent fool and couldn't help but speak with a sharp tone. His eyes, like copper bells, blazed with anger, sending chills down Xiao Quan's spine.

Xiao Quan didn't want to cause trouble, after all, he was a stranger in this place. Besides, the original owner seemed to be of low status and had no social connections. A wise man knows when to yield, so Xiao Quan bowed: "Brother, please calm down. I will definitely do as you say."

Xiao Quan's cowardice made Qin Feng even more disgusted: "Hmph! A weak scholar, what use is he!"

After saying that, Qin Feng swept his sleeves and left.

It was not Xiao Quan's intention to become a son-in-law, but on his wedding night, Xiao Ding was beaten to death by Qin's family. This place is also not a place for him to stay for long.

Xiao Ding had no power or influence, so Xiao Quan needed to make a serious plan to change this situation.

As the cold night wind blew, Xiao Quan shivered. This Qin Xiu, though magnificent, offered no warmth and was far less practical than a down jacket.

Now even the stable boy who fed the horses is gone, leaving only Xiao Quan and the dog in the kitchen.

The moon was shining on the ground. Xiao Quan shook his head. If he hadn't traveled through time, he would be at a KTV right now, singing and drinking. How wonderful that would have been!

He gazed at the bright moon in the sky, and was reminded of a particularly fitting poem. He couldn't help but recite: "Before my bed, the bright moon shines, / Like frost on the ground it seems to be. / I lift my head to see the moon high, / And lower my head to think of home."

"Woof…" The little yellow dog raised its head and gave him a withering look, then turned over and continued to sleep.

Under the moon, a slender maiden hid behind a nearby tree of longing, hearing Xiao Quan's poem. Her heart stirred, drunk in the quiet beauty of its imagery.

This poem is concise yet profound. Its verses are simple, yet brimming with endless charm, perfectly capturing the essence of this scene.

Hesitated for a moment, wanting to take a step forward, but after a while of thought, she turned and left in a hurry, leaving only a faint scent of wildflowers in the air.

After being blown by the cold wind, Xiao Quan's understanding of the world he was in gradually became clearer.

This is the Great Wei dynasty, similar to ancient Chinese culture, with many commonalities, yet it is not any historical dynasty.

Xiao Quan worked at the Bo Guan for many years and majored in history during his university days, so he knows all about the dynasties of past eras like the back of his hand.

This era of the Wei Dynasty, he had never heard of it, and it was far less prosperous than the ancient times of China. There is room for improvement.

"In my past life, I was knowledgeable but had no use for it in the 21st century! All I could do was be a nine-to-five manager at a museum!"

"In this lifetime, since I've been reborn in ancient times, I absolutely cannot be ordinary again!"

Xiao Quan clenched his fist, a storm brewing in his heart.

A man of stature, unmatched in the world! Now his opportunity has arrived!

Xiao Quan had already silently sworn in his heart that he would definitely make a name for himself and achieve great things!ng.The Qin family produced outstanding talents generation after generation, and they also placed great emphasis on cultivating them. Each member of the grandson generation was both scholarly and marti...