To raise the bride price for my brother, my parents sold me to a system.
I would be sent into a historical romance novel.
Complete its mission, and I would receive 300,000 yuan.
The good news was that the system offered me a special ability.
The bad news was that it was called “Guaranteed to Bear Sons.”
When I frowned, the system spoke.
[Host, the ability I’ve given you is exceptionally useful in ancient times.]
Only after I arrived did I learn that the novel was called The Leased Wife.
Its heroine was hired out to wealthy households to bear them sons, one after another.
The silver she earned paid for her husband’s examinations and official career.
In the end, he rose to prominence, and she emerged triumphant, an officially titled lady.
The system told me: [There are only two mandatory conditions for completing the mission—] [First: retain your status as a leased wife and give birth to three sons.]
[Second: help your husband become an official of the first rank.]
[Fail either condition, and you will be erased.]
[You have no more than ten years in this world, Host.
Good luck.]
I listened, my eyes darkening.
“Nothing else matters?”
The system was in a hurry to collect its next host.
[Correct.
Nothing else matters.]
I gave a cold laugh.
An idea was taking root.
If I wanted to return to the modern world, I had no choice but to complete the mission.
But if I had to swallow my disgust and do these things, I would not suffer the humiliation for nothing.
I would use it to climb into power and destroy this vile practice of wife leasing.
Even if it was only a fictional institution in a novel.
It was feudal, twisted, and brutal, built on women’s blood and tears.
It should never have existed.
