Commoner Hero

Chapter 1 - Did I Travel Through Time?

When Su Qian woke up, he found himself lying in a coffin, his body dressed in a funeral shroud, staring at a face that he didn’t recognize. He sat there in a daze for a long time before he snapped out of it.

That’s right, as much as Su Qian hated to admit it, the truth was, he had transmigrated!

Unlike other protagonists who transmigrate with system bugs, golden fingers, and occasional beauties throwing themselves at them, Su Qian had crossed over into a non-existent feudal dynasty in history, the Great Liang, and the person who owned this shroud shared the same name as him.

After processing the lingering memories, it seemed that this Su Qian had been a scholar, and a prodigy as well. He passed the childhood scholar examination at eight and became a top scholar at twelve. He had once thought himself to be extraordinarily talented, but who could have guessed that in the next ten years, he failed the provincial examination seven or eight times, becoming the biggest joke in Lingbei County.

To make matters worse, he was repeatedly mocked by the local troublemaker, Wang Er, and one day, filled with indignation, he threw himself into a river to end it all. In a way, he truly was a tragic figure.

“Ah, another young person poisoned by feudal thinking.”

Su Qian sympathized with the fate of this body’s original owner. After all, he had lived in a modern, civilized society in his past life. Though he was a sports student, he had managed to get into university. He had even planned to confess his love to his goddess before graduation to release the pent-up frustration of 22 years of being single.

But, as expected, he was ruthlessly rejected. However, Su Qian was not as fragile as the original owner. After being turned down, he simply went for a walk by the river, where he happened to see a little girl fall into the water. With his strong traditional upbringing, he jumped in without hesitation to save her.

He successfully saved the girl, but unfortunately, he cramped up and almost drowned himself. Just when he thought his life would end, fate took a strange turn, and he transmigrated into this world.

Looking at the delicate face in the mirror, Su Qian sighed. “Since I’ve come to this place, it must be heaven giving me a chance to live again. Don’t worry, I, Su Qian, will make sure you never endure such humiliation again. I will restore the glory of our ancestors.”

This wasn’t an idle promise. It was said that the original owner’s ancestors were imperial relatives, even royal blood. If one traced the lineage, the current emperor was actually Su Qian’s uncle.

But this “uncle” was so distantly related that it was almost inconsequential. The Great Liang Dynasty had been established for nearly 300 years, and after several generations, the bloodline had thinned to the point where it was practically non-existent. On a daily basis, Su Qian could at most fool the rural folk. If this relationship really meant something, he would not have been humiliated so freely by the village’s ruffian, Wang Er.

However, as Su Qian thought this, he realized that the resentment lingering in his mind seemed to dissipate. Perhaps, at this very moment, the original owner truly accepted Su Qian.

“Ah! A ghost!”

At that moment, the door, which had been tightly shut, suddenly creaked open. A young woman, around 18 years old, wearing a rough cloth long skirt, with a scarf around her head and a beautiful face, looked at Su Qian and screamed in terror.

Su Qian turned around and saw the familiar face from his memories. He stammered, “Wife... don’t be afraid. I’m not a ghost. I’m not dead. Ghosts don’t have shadows. See for yourself.”