Merchant from a Humble Background

“Did you hear? The Lin family’s live-in son-in-law spent his wedding night at a brothel, calling for five or six girls!”

“No way! He didn’t stay with his wife on his wedding night and went to a brothel instead? The Lin family’s young lady must be hideous!”

“Her looks aren’t the point—the real question is, can he even handle that many on his own?”

“You don’t understand. The elders always say, if you can’t thread the needle, just wet the thread with your mouth!”

“Tch, no need to be jealous. If even you know about it, do you think the Lin family doesn’t? Word is, that rascal got a solid beating last night and was thrown out of the Lin household!”

…

Zhao Kai woke in a daze, his mind utterly blank.

He found himself in a small, foul-smelling room, barely twenty square meters in size. There wasn’t a single appliance in sight; even the heat came from an old-fashioned kang bed-stove. The place was a mess.

“Where… where am I?” Zhao Kai frowned, finally noticing a woman lying on the floor, dressed in a phoenix coronet and red wedding robes, quietly weeping by herself.

He stared in astonishment, only to realize he was wearing the ceremonial robe of a ninth-rank official from ancient times.

If memory served, it was traditional for grooms to wear such attire on their wedding night.

Judging by the woman’s clothes as well…

Cold sweat broke out on Zhao Kai’s forehead.

Could it be… had he been targeted by a female ghost?

Otherwise, how could he have ended up in this place, dressed so bizarrely?

“Miss