The Rogue Son-in-Law

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“Damn, where is this place? How did I end up here?” In a dimly lit room, Fang Xian had just awakened to find himself lying in a heap of filthy, foul-smelling straw.

Startled, he quickly surveyed his surroundings. The room was barely ten square meters, with nothing but a fist-sized hole in the wall letting in the faintest glimmer of light.

Directly ahead was a row of wooden bars, beyond which stretched a corridor. A distant glow filtered down the passage, but not a sound disturbed the silence.

This was unmistakably a prison cell.

Fang Xian walked to the bars and peered out. Across and to either side were more identical cells, each holding people sprawled on their own straw piles, still asleep.

Just then, a sharp pain stabbed through Fang Xian’s head, followed by a surge of foreign memories. To his shock, he realized he had crossed over into another world—and the body he now inhabited was also named Fang Xian.

From the memories of his predecessor, Fang Xian learned that this was an age of turmoil, with five warring kingdoms vying for supremacy. Society resembled that of late Tang, and he himself was a citizen of Wu, one of the five.

His predecessor hailed from Kaiyang County in Wu. His father had been the village tutor and barefoot doctor, so Fang Xian had received some education and picked up a bit of medical knowledge as a boy.

But a year ago, bandits raided his village. His entire family was killed; only he survived, having escaped into the mountains to gather herbs.

From then on, the original Fang X