Lan Ruyan died. She was twenty-five, worked herself to death from overtime, and had never even had a boyfriend.
When she opened her eyes again, she had become the illegitimate daughter of the prime minister’s household in the Great Jin Dynasty. Her birth mother was missing, her stepmother watched her with hostile intent, her younger brother had tried to murder their mother, and her younger sister hated her.
At least she had a System.
“Master Ruyan, your grandmother has been kidnapped! Hurry and save her!”
Lan Ruyan swallowed a strength pill and charged out of the manor alone. One against ten? No problem.
What she hadn’t expected was that the laid-back official from the Ministry of Revenue whom she met by chance had also transmigrated.
“What skills did your System give you?”
“Flattery and sucking up. What about you?”
“Saving my grandmother.”
They stared at each other, both at a loss for words.
From the diary in the old house in Qingxi Town to the hidden passage in the prime minister’s study; from the Soulgrass gathering of the Qu Bing Sect to the poisoning case from over a decade ago in Qingshi Town, all the clues pointed in the same direction.
Her mother wasn’t dead. Someone had driven her away. Her father’s accounts listed names tied to missing silver and grain. The Crown Prince’s benevolence had been bought with the people’s blood.
“Ruyan, some things aren’t as easy to do as you’d like.”
Lan Ruyan looked at her father’s aged figure beneath the moonlight. For the first time, she felt that even this father she’d only recently acquired had his own reasons for doing things.
But so what? Her mother was still waiting for her to find her. The people of Qingshi Town were still waiting for their land to be returned. And those who had been silenced were still waiting for justice.
The System had told her to make the Crown Prince confess.
So she would make him confess.
“Are you afraid?” Ning Xingzhi asked.
Lan Ruyan smiled.
“What is there to be afraid of?”
