A Brief History of Mountains and Rivers

Space + transmigration + scheming + exile + plotting + the climb to power Two hundred years ago, a saying was once all the rage among the people of the Great Qian Kingdom: Whoever obtains the Shanhe Slips will rule the world. This sparked a bloody conflict between the martial clans and the imperial court that lasted a full ten years. It ended with the four great clans that had ruled the martial world vanishing without a trace. And so, peace returned to the land. The Shanhe Slips seemed to be nothing more than a legend. After all, no one had ever seen what they looked like. “Reporting to the family head, Third Miss... Third Miss has stopped breathing!” Seated in a grand armchair, Wen Changyi's eyelids twitched, and a look of surprise crossed his face. But inwardly, he sneered: That shameless wretch is better off dead. At least now the Wen family's reputation can be spared. “You little brat must be faking it. Go get a bucket of water and pour it on her to wake her up!” “Yes!” While the servants went to fetch water, Wen Shiling, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly opened her eyes. “Young and already up to no good, you little wretch!” “You're only ten, yet you used such a vicious trick to frame your own elder sister. You beast!” His face was full of disdain, his disgust plain to see! [What the hell, then it's as if Third Miss Wen isn't even part of your family.] [If she's a beast, then you're an old beast!] Wen Shiling saw stars. Damn, she'd only just arrived, and this welcome ceremony was really something special. Her biological father beat her with a rod, and her stepmother slapped her in the face! [Since none of you want me alive, let's all hurt each other!] “Ah! A ghost! It's a ghost!” Zhang, who was nearest to her, stumbled backward in fright and screamed. All the servants who had rushed over scattered and fled in terror.