Evelyn Ashford became the cannon-fodder supporting female in a period drama, fated to have her jade space, family fortune, and even her own little brother snatched away by the heroine. According to the script, her whole family would die tragically, while the heroine would ride their corpses straight into the male lead’s arms and ascend to the pinnacle of life.
Evelyn laughed. “I know this script by heart but this time, I’m the one writing it.”
She bound the spatial jade before anyone else could, then packed off her scheming uncle who’d been drooling over the inheritance along with his entire family to hard labor in the Great Northwest. After that, she took the fortune and her brother and sauntered off to the countryside.
The heroine was dumbfounded. Where’s my golden finger? Where’s my inheritance? Where’s my backup little brother?
Evelyn didn’t even look back. “Yours? Got your name on it?”
Life in the countryside turned out sweeter than expected.
She gathered herbs on the hills, hauled river delicacies from the streams, and occasionally gave the villagers a few acupuncture sessions. From being treated as an outsider, she rose to be revered as a miracle doctor; the county hospital begged her three times to take a post.
Then one day, she picked up an injured man by the roadside…
