O Magnata da Família Humilde

The warm spring sunshine, accompanied by a gentle breeze, soothed Li Ling’s weary heart. It was as though warmth had spread through him from body to soul, every pore relaxing in comfort.

Footsteps sounded nearby. A delicate young girl who looked to be in the bloom of youth carefully carried over a bowl of medicinal broth and called out, “Brother, it’s time for your medicine.”

Li Ling was thin and pale from his illness. He smiled and gave a slight nod before taking the bowl. Holding his breath, he gulped down the entire bowl of pitch-black medicine, then let out a long breath.

It tasted awful!

Though he had been in this world for nearly half a month, he still couldn’t get used to treating illness by drinking bowls of traditional herbal medicine.

Half a month earlier, Li Ling had been a promising young man from the twenty-first century. As an accountant, he had enjoyed bright prospects. He worked as tirelessly as an old ox, rising earlier than a rooster and going to bed later than a dog, all for the sake of building a good future, finding a fine girl, starting a family, and having two children. That would have been enough to satisfy him for the rest of his life.

But because he had pushed himself too hard at work, he had fallen asleep at his desk while working overtime to earn a bonus—and never woken up.

When he regained consciousness, he discovered that he was no longer in the modern world he knew. Instead, he had traveled several centuries into the past, to the Great Yue Dynasty, a realm that had never existed in the historical re