O Senhor de Origem Humilde

Winter of the Twenty-Sixth Year of Yongkang.
The Da Liang Dynasty, Hanyang City.

The biting cold wind howled relentlessly, and the vast expanse of snow blanketed the earth in a silvery frost.

A gust of frigid wind swept into the thatched hut, piercing and bone-chilling.

Jiang Yi suddenly opened his eyes and looked around the room. A bed laid with straw and a quilt stuffed with reed flowers and cattail fluff stood before him.

“What’s going on?”

Upon waking, Jiang Yi saw the bare walls and his own feeble, near-death body.

“Have I transmigrated? And I was a prince before?”

Jiang Yi was astonished; he hadn’t expected a prince to fall so low.

Previously, he was the thirteenth prince of Da Liang. His mother had been a lowly palace maid.

Three years ago, during a catastrophic purge, he witnessed his mother beheaded at the execution ground.

This January, an imperial edict demoted Jiang Yi to commoner status and exiled him to Hanyang City.

His fate could hardly be described as anything but tragic...

As his body regained a little warmth and mobility, Jiang Yi got out of bed, leaning against the wall as he moved toward the door.

According to his memories, he had a wife named Shen Rong.

Shen Rong was eighteen, from Li Family Village in Shuangma Township. Orphaned from a young age, she was raised by the kindness of many households.

She was diligent, virtuous, and kind-hearted, but her life was full of hardship.

In July that year, the Hanyang Prefectural