[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m":3,"chapter-simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-70":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simultaneously Transmigrated: My Cheat Skill Is Myself",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2315325,4528,"Chapter 70: The Issue of Heirs","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-70",70,"\u003Cp>After listening to Pan Jinlian’s words, Zhang Jie summed up:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you felt sorry for her and wanted to bring her home as a maid?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian nodded vigorously, casting a glance at Yan Boxi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This humble servant, Yan Boxi, is alone and destitute; I beg the young master to take me in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Understanding the cue, Yan Boxi knelt and bowed slightly, her voice trembling with pitiful grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie tapped the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His household was wealthy; taking in one more maid, or even ten,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>twenty, posed no problem—but Yan Boxi was a double-crosser!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he took her in now, what if she betrayed him later?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Internal strife, betrayal from within—those were unacceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jinlian…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie was about to give Yan Boxi some money and send her away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Boxi, ever skilled at reading the room, dropped to her knees with a cry, tears streaming like pear blossoms in the rain:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My father is dead, my mother is old, our home is destitute—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I beg the young master to grant my mother and me even a single meal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, she moved to bang her head on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young master, please keep her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian tugged at Zhang Jie’s arm, pouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young master…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Song’s eyes also showed pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winter was coming soon; if Zhang Jie refused to take her in, Yan Boxi and her mother would either freeze to death in the cold,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>or be forced into the brothels—better dead than alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Fu, who had stayed silent out of respect for Zhang Jie’s household matters, watched him with hopeful eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Zhang Jie’s wealth, her husband, even after passing the provincial exam,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>remained poor because he refused to accept land transfers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Supporting two children already strained them; adding another mouth was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A juren’s degree reduced farmland taxes significantly, so farmers often\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>transferred their land titles into the juren’s name to evade taxes—a practice called tóuxiàn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the farmers had to give a portion of their tax savings to the juren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well… let’s keep her for now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing everyone’s earnestness, Zhang Jie reluctantly agreed to keep Yan Boxi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he didn’t believe a mere Yan Boxi could outwit a man with a system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His earlier hesitation was merely to avoid wasting energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yay!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian, always spoiled by Zhang Jie, nearly jumped for joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Pan Jinlian so exuberant, Yan Boxi and Wang Fu exchanged strange glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t master and servant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even husband and wife weren’t this close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Song’s expression remained calm: Zhang Jie had always been this easygoing,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and that was precisely why he chose to follow him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, who cherished freedom, couldn’t bear to serve someone moody and unpredictable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, young master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coming to her senses, Yan Boxi bowed deeply again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ll serve under Jinlian from now on. Do as she says.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie made his arrangement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Boxi rose gracefully and stood behind Pan Jinlian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Where’s my husband?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now did Wang Fu, who had been watching the scene, remember her husband, Chen Wen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they left, Chen Wen had been discussing the classics with Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Zhang Jie was sipping tea here, but her husband had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Chen had a breakthrough in his studies and is now pondering in the study.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie offered a casual excuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rebellion, slander of the sages—better known by as few as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t even told Wu Song or Pan Jinlian, yet he’d confided only in Chen Wen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was one reason Zhang Jie felt secure:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Chen Wen reported him, there’d be no physical evidence, no witnesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would believe that Zhang Jie, a promising jieyuan with a bright future, was plotting rebellion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grand Secretary Yan once said well:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since ancient times, rebels have always been farmers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Fu believed him instantly—after all, the bond between Zhang Jie and Chen Wen was undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evening came, and it was time for dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li’er, go call your father to eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Fu, apron tied, bustled between stove and pot, instructed Chen Li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian and Yan Boxi stood beside her, assisting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie had offered to help, but Wang Fu and the others insisted: “A gentleman stays away from the kitchen,” and refused his aid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing their firmness, Zhang Jie gave up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Mother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Li’s face was serious, as if entrusted with a vital mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Wang Fu set the dishes on the table, Chen Li returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mother, Father says he doesn’t want to eat—he told us to start without him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Li reported.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Brother Wen probably doesn’t want to face me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie smiled inwardly, guessing Chen Wen’s state of mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wen had surely noticed the Song Dynasty’s decay before—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but his ingrained worldview had made him ignore it instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, Zhang Jie tore away the veil of the sages, forcing him to confront the cruel truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tormented by inner conflict, he naturally felt complicated toward Zhang Jie,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this hidden rebel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He probably hadn’t yet decided how to face him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Fu frowned at Chen Li’s report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wen was the head of the household; Zhang Jie and the others were guests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guests present while the host was absent—that was deeply impolite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A narrow-minded person might harbor resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie, of course, was not such a man—but Chen Wen couldn’t be so rude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Fu immediately went to the study to “fetch” Chen Wen:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Zhang, Uncle Wu, Sister Jinlian, Miss Yan,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>please take your seats—I’ll go call my husband.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister-in-law, Brother Chen’s enlightenment is a good thing—such moments are rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let’s not disturb him. We can eat first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie spoke calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister-in-law, we all know Brother Chen’s nature—no need for such formalities.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The easygoing Wu Song echoed Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you both for your understanding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Fu bowed deeply, grateful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At night, a plaintive sound rose from Zhang Jie’s room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re terrible—how do you come up with so many tricks?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After one bout of lovemaking, the exhausted Pan Jinlian lay sprawled across Zhang Jie’s chest, pouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Books contain golden mansions; books contain beauties like jade.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Knowledge is power; knowledge is posture.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie smiled mysteriously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, Jinlian, don’t you like it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I, I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of the heavenly pleasure she had just experienced, Pan Jinlian’s cheeks flushed crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Zhang Jie was about to end tonight’s activities, Pan Jinlian whispered softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, what do you think of Boyi?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yan Boyi~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie thought of Yan Boyi’s graceful beauty and delicate form, and sighed inwardly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yan Boyi is foolish, but quite beautiful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the emotionally intelligent Zhang Jie would never praise another woman’s beauty to a woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s pause, he said casually: “Boyi’s probably not bad, I suppose?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, if Boyi’s not bad, then why don’t you take her in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian stared straight into Zhang Jie’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, it was Zhang Jie’s turn to be startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When did women start actively finding concubines for their husbands?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t a woman’s second name supposed to be jealousy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, Master, you’re too strong—I’m no match for you at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian spoke hesitantly, revealing her reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew Zhang Jie had been restraining himself these past days; otherwise, she feared she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t want him to suffer in silence, and in the Song Dynasty,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a woman who failed to satisfy her husband was considered a complete failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though this reason was highly plausible, Zhang Jie sensed insincerity beneath it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cupped Pan Jinlian’s face and asked seriously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jinlian, tell me the truth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing how earnest Zhang Jie was, Pan Jinlian could no longer keep up the lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there weren’t real reasons, how could a woman willingly share her husband with another woman?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me. If there’s a problem, we face it together,” Zhang Jie encouraged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, after all these days, my belly still shows no sign. I—I’ve failed Master, I’ve failed the ancestors of the Zhang family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian wept, her voice breaking between sobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So that’s it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie finally understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian was distressed over the issue of heirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet as a transmigrator, he had overlooked this aspect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty-first-century data told him childlessness was the norm;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the idea of “sons and grandsons without end,” as the Foolish Old Man said, was actually difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coupled with his divine advantage, Zhang Jie felt he had a chance at immortality,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so he hadn’t cared much about heirs, unconsciously ignoring the issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, short-lived beings needed heirs to pass on bloodlines, beliefs, and life’s imprint;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>immortals could simply watch dynasties rise and fall, seas turn to mulberry fields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, immortals often had to clean up after their unworthy descendants—or even be dragged to death by them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haven’t you seen how many transmigrator protagonists fight the son, then the father shows up;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>fight the father, then the grandfather appears; fight the grandfather,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then the great-grandfather comes; it’s always “ancestors without end.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the result? The protagonist wipes out the entire family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not every ancestor can be like Luo Feng in *Devouring the Heavens*,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>who shows no mercy when dealing with criminal descendants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who can show no mercy in striking down criminal descendants.\u003C\u002Fp>",1538,"2026-06-20T14:22:35.989Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2e0c89f2ab7e685694ace25759a1afd7a4560b583b1887d945f0a809b444c82e","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-71","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-69",601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-cover.jpg"]