My Promotion Story Through Time Travel

Chapter 1 First Steps into Another World (1)

Mu Shaoying felt like she had arrived in an unknown place. Her consciousness was still her own, but her body was no longer the same. In her memory, she had collapsed at her workstation, experiencing chest tightness, chest pain, and difficulty breathing. Mu Shaoying cried out to the heavens, "If I could go back, I could work my ass off for another twenty years!" Collapsing at her workplace was a form of dedication, and she wondered how much work-related injury she could claim, and how much compensation she could receive. She added that she had contributed to improving employee welfare and promoting health awareness. However, the house and car she had just bought were about to be auctioned off to pay off the loans, leaving her with very little. After nearly ten years of work, she would still be penniless in death. Mu Shaoying smirked, now deeply realizing that health is the foundation of everything. Then she thought, her parents would suffer the most. From her school days to her current job, she had rarely been home, and each phone call or video call was only a few words. The thought of parents burying their children was heartbreaking. Fortunately, she had no partner or children, so she wouldn't be a burden to anyone else. Otherwise, with elderly parents and young children to care for, what would she do?

After a jumble of random thoughts, Mu Shaoying vaguely heard a voice calling, "Young Master, Young Master..." He turned towards the source of the sound and saw a young girl holding a bowl, her lips moving as if to speak. Mu Shaoying moved her lips, wanting to say that she was a girl, but it seemed that nothing came out. The young girl helped Mu Shaoying up and fed her something. "Tsk, so bitter," Mu Shaoying thought to herself, wanting to turn her head away from drinking, but then something else was stuffed into her mouth. "Hmm, it's sweet," Mu Shaoying smacked her lips and closed her eyes again.

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Shaoying groggily got out of bed. There was no one in the room. Looking at the blurry reflection in the bronze mirror, with its small arms, legs, and face, Mu Shaoying couldn't remember what she looked like as a child. She imagined she would be fair-skinned, chubby, and healthy. Now, it was better not to look. She lay down.

Having spent years immersed in time-travel novels, I've fantasized about how I would reach the pinnacle of life after transmigrating. However, without a system, without a space, and without any cheat codes, I've learned that time travelers don't lie to each other. I don't even have the original owner's memories anymore. When I read novels before, I was always curious: if the protagonist transmigrates back to ancient times, Mandarin shouldn't be widely spoken yet. What if they can't speak the local dialect? Now, this problem has been passed on to Mu Shaoying. I chuckled to myself, thinking, "How should I deal with this situation, Mr. Mu?"

In the few days since Mu Shaoying arrived in this body, no one else has visited her except for the young girl who brought her medicine and the old doctor who treated her. For several days, she dared not speak, secretly observing the old doctor and the young girl. She was slightly relieved to find out that their accents were similar to Mandarin. She then tried to find out more information. To avoid giving herself away, she could only try to get information out of the young girl. She learned that the owner of this body had fallen into the water a few days ago, fell ill, and woke up as Mu Shaoying.

The little girl called Mu Shaoying "Young Master," and the old doctor treated her normally without any other strange behavior. Was the doctor in novels who could distinguish male from female based on pulse diagnosis a lie? After Mu Shaoying's repeated experiments, it was confirmed that the body belonged to a little girl; the transmigration hadn't changed her gender, and the place she transmigrated to was normal—not some matriarchal society. She probably transmigrated into the body of an unloved, unfortunate concubine's daughter in some inner court, pretending to be a boy to maintain favor. Besides, she still hadn't seen the child's parents. Tsk tsk, this poor, unloved little thing. Mu Shaoying imagined a grand palace intrigue drama, plus a woman disguised as a man—wasn't this the complete package of elements for a transmigrated female protagonist script? The original owner was a pitiful little thing, unloved by her parents, fighting against a demanding mistress and a vicious legitimate son, ultimately displaying her extraordinary talent, dazzling everyone, and then experiencing a bunch of things with the male lead before a happy ending…

Looking at his surroundings, Mu Shaoying realized that he was now the pitiful one, not the male lead. Being a man only hindered his sword-drawing speed! Most importantly, he knew absolutely nothing! He had thought about what it would be like to transmigrate before, but as a successor of socialism, such thoughts were confined to his mind. How could he possibly survive in this situation? A typical office worker, he had dedicated almost all his time to work. Although his parents were genuine farmers, as a modern-day migrant worker, he hadn't studied agriculture in college and genuinely didn't know how to farm. He didn't know how to make soap or cement, essential for transmigration, nor how to do business. He had no way to get rich. His exercise was limited to walking 10,000 steps a day. If Word was considered calligraphy, he could barely choose a few fonts. He had basically forgotten all the knowledge he had acquired before. What he remembered was merely standing on the shoulders of giants, the result of time and the accumulated deductions of predecessors. He didn't even know how to engage in palace intrigue or family drama. Would he not survive even one episode in this transmigration? Mu Shaoying sighed again. So, in ancient times, he was just a useless piece of trash!