As dusk approached, the snow swirled and danced, half resembling plum blossoms, half like drifting willow catkins.
A few snowflakes fell onto the windowsill of a small tavern by the official road, the only place within ten miles to escape the wind and snow.
At this moment, Wei Changle stood behind the tavern window, staring absentmindedly at the heavy snowfall outside through a small gap in the window.
Last night, he had been a successful business mogul, building an empire from scratch and nearly causing a fitness influencer with a large chest and an alluring figure to faint from dehydration.
But when he woke up, he found himself in this unfamiliar tavern, his soul having entered the body of a young man, and the memories of the original owner flooding in like a tidal wave.
Wei Changle, second son of the General of the Eastern Cavalry of the Daliang Empire, had just turned sixteen a month ago. Due to some trouble he had caused, he was demoted and sent to the remote county of Shanyin in Shuozhou to fill the vacant position of county magistrate.
He could only bring two attendants from Taiyuan Prefecture to travel to Shanyin County for his new post.
Unexpectedly, a snowstorm struck on the way, forcing them to seek shelter in the tavern. In the span of a single dream, he had undergone this soul transmigration.
He yawned, slowly turned around, and glanced around the tavern.
The tavern was already packed with people. Tables and chairs had been moved to the sides and piled up, with a large fire burning in the center. A dozen or so people huddled around the fire, warming themselves, while others rested in various corners of the tavern, some even snoring.
His gaze landed on a corner where there were two figures: an elderly man and a young boy.
The elderly man, over fifty years old, was named Wei Gu, and the boy, no older than thirteen or fourteen, was called Zhinü, a nickname meaning "pig servant." Both were attendants traveling with Wei Changle.
Wei Gu was lying on the ground, using a long wooden box as a pillow, while Zhinü was half-asleep, leaning against the wall, tightly clutching a bundle in his arms.
Laughter erupted from around the fire as the group seemed to be sharing something amusing.
Wei Changle had no interest in their conversation.
Suddenly finding himself in this world, he needed to adapt and think carefully about his next steps.
He slowly walked to the corner of the room and sat down next to Wei Gu.
"Second young master, rest well. We won’t be able to leave tonight," Wei Gu sat up and murmured. "We'll wait until morning, then it’s just two more days of travel. We’ll reach safely."
Since he had arrived in this world, it had nearly been a full day. Wei Changle had already calmed down from his initial shock.
The second son of the Wei family wasn’t in a lowly position. Becoming a county magistrate, though a demotion, was hardly a miserable job, so he was able to accept it without much difficulty.
"Old Wei, I didn’t cause any trouble on the way here, did I?" Wei Changle leaned against the wall and smiled. "The master must have sent you to keep an eye on me, reporting everything I do in secret. So, when you write your letters, you should speak more favorably about me."
The original host had been a troublemaker, and the Wei family was worried that Wei Changle would continue to stir up problems.
Wei Gu chuckled. "Second young master is joking. Old servant is just here to look after you, not to spy."
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