Chapter 1: Transmigrating into Joy of Life! Fan Xian Became My Twin Brother?
The afternoon sunlight filtered through sparse bamboo leaves, casting dappled shadows.
The air carried a faint floral fragrance mixed with the fresh scent of earth.
Ye Qingmei sat on a swing in the courtyard.
The swing frame was crudely built from rough logs, yet she made it seem ethereal.
The hem of her dress fluttered with each movement, like ripples spreading across water.
Her prominently rounded belly marked the final stages of her pregnancy.
Her face was breathtakingly beautiful—unworldly.
Her skin was as fair as snow, as if condensed from moonlight.
Her eyes held a wisdom that saw through worldly affairs, yet also a liveliness that transcended this era.
Her gaze was clear, as if it could reflect the deepest thoughts in one’s heart.
But now, those stunning eyes brimmed with tender maternal warmth.
Even in her advanced pregnancy, her slightly fuller figure did nothing to diminish her grace—instead, it added a soft, harmonious charm.
She seemed like an immortal who had stepped out of a painting, accidentally descending into this mortal courtyard.
Not far away, a black-clad figure stood silently.
His eyes were always covered, his posture straight as an unsheathed divine weapon.
An icy aura surrounded him, warning others to keep their distance.
Ye Qingmei stopped swaying and looked at Wu Zhu, her voice laced with amusement.
“Wu Zhu, I think it’s almost time.”
Her voice was soft, yet it reached Wu Zhu’s ears clearly.
“Soon, these two little ones will be here.”
Her gaze fell on her belly, full of warmth.
“Then, you’ll have them to keep you company.”
“You won’t always have to just… well, stand there.”
She seemed to search for a word to describe Wu Zhu’s state but gave up.
Wu Zhu’s head tilted slightly, as if processing the information.
His internal sensors had long confirmed two life signals in her womb.
This was the result he had told Ye Qingmei after scanning.
After a brief silence, Wu Zhu’s lips moved, producing a completely toneless syllable.
A single word—his entire response.
Ye Qingmei was used to his reactions and didn’t mind.
She placed her hand gently on her rounded belly again.
Through the fabric, she could almost feel the tiny pulses of life inside.
Her eyes softened further, filled with anticipation for the future.
She whispered to the unborn children, as if sharing a secret.
“Little ones, there are so many wonderful things waiting for you outside.”
“When you arrive, Mother will take you to see the world’s beauty, taste its delicacies, and change this era.”
“Be good, and come out healthy…”
Her voice was so tender it could melt ice.
Amidst the chaos of consciousness, Li Changsheng floated.
A sense of security, as if wrapped in a cocoon.
Outside sounds were muffled, as if separated by a thick curtain of water.
Yet, that earlier conversation had pierced his awareness with startling clarity.
These keywords combined instantly made Li Changsheng realize his situation.
He had transmigrated.
And worse—as a fetus.
Into the world of Joy of Life.
As the son of the legendary Ye Qingmei.
Even more terrifying—he was one of twins.
He remembered the original plot clearly.
Shortly after Ye Qingmei gave birth to Fan Xian, she faced a joint assassination from Emperor Qing and the Empress.
Taiping Courtyard was bathed in blood.
Fan Xian only survived because Wu Zhu fought desperately to save him, sending him to Danzhou to be raised.
This twin brother who never appeared in the original story.
Could he survive that brutal massacre?
A chill seeped through the warm amniotic fluid, piercing his very soul.
This was a hellish difficulty from the start.
Death loomed dangerously close.
Li Changsheng forced himself to stay calm.
In his past life, he had been composed—unshaken in crises.
The more dangerous the situation, the clearer his mind needed to be.
Just then, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
The standard golden finger for transmigrators had finally arrived.
Li Changsheng responded without hesitation.
Li Changsheng quickly processed the information.
Companion Spirit Cat.
A bodyguard after birth—and a powerful one at that.
Plant manipulation within 100 meters.
If used well, it could be a game-changer for escape or combat.
Peerless Comprehension.
This talent was downright broken.
It meant he could master anything at an unprecedented speed—whether martial arts or the advanced knowledge Ye Qingmei left behind.
The sense of danger didn’t vanish, but his confidence grew.
Now, his top priority was to accumulate strength while still in the womb.
By the time of birth, he might have a fighting chance.
He had to be fully prepared for the assassination targeting him and his brother.
Suddenly, he felt movement beside him.
The other little one.
Instinctively, Li Changsheng stretched out his underdeveloped hand in the cramped space and lightly touched the other.
A silent reassurance.
“Brother, we have to survive this together.”
As Ye Qingmei’s son and Fan Xian’s younger brother—
Behind this glory lay endless peril.
He had to become stronger.
Just then, a woman’s voice came from outside the courtyard—carrying a unique charm, yet laced with a trace of coldness.
The Eldest Princess, Li Yunrui.
The tranquility of Taiping Courtyard seemed to shatter with that call.