Qin Bao was the legitimate eldest son of the Marquis’s household, yet his father showed him no affection, his stepmother was unkind, and his younger brother hurled insults at him. For twenty years he
“Father, did Qin Bao agree to marry Shen Meng?”
“And you have the nerve to ask? You knew perfectly well you were to wed the daughter of Minister Sun, yet you went and got Shen Meng from the brothel pregnant. Now that news has reached the Sun family, you’ve lost your chance at marriage, and I’ve lost all hope of promotion.”
“As long as Qin Bao marries Shen Meng, the matter is settled. It’s no loss for him either—he already has a son, and someone to care for him in old age.”
Qin Bao was roused from sleep by the voices outside. He looked around at the unfamiliar room, confusion in his eyes.
Where am I?
Suddenly, memories crashed into him, so painful he furrowed his brow. Fortunately, the pain faded as quickly as it came, though his face now bore an odd expression.
He had transmigrated.
He had once been a veteran of a special operations unit in China, just returned from a mission at the border. On his way home, he’d fallen asleep, only to awaken as the legitimate eldest son of Qin Sheng, the Marquis of Changping in Liang.
They shared the same name, but the original’s life had been wretched.
Qin Bao’s mother had died in childbirth. Before the mourning period ended, his father married her maid, Madam Wu, and she bore him two sons and two daughters.
With a stepmother came a stepfather’s heart.
From the moment Qin Bao could remember, he had been bullied relentlessly. His stepmother would pinch him when she was upset. His siblings would beat him when they needed to vent.
Qin Sheng brainwashed him, insisting t