After eighteen years of miscarriage, on the first day Jiang Wan returned to a wealthy family, the fake daughter threw a glass of red wine at her: "A country girl, does she deserve the surname Jiang?"
The eldest brother threw her luggage out the door: "The Jiang family only has one daughter."
The second brother sneered: "Kowtow to Niannian and admit your mistake, or get out."
The third brother looked on coldly, not even bothering to look at him.
The adoptive mother drove her to the woodshed: "You will never be as good as Nian Nian with a hair in your life."
That night, Jiang Wan lit three sticks of incense in the woodshed and made a painting——
There was a strong wind in Jiangzhai, and the ancestral tablets enshrined by three generations fell to the ground, pointing towards the door of the fake daughter's room.
The next day, Lu Chenyuan, the king of hell in the Beijing circle, came to her door in person. He took a step forward and knelt on one knee in front of her, his voice trembling:
"Master, my disciple has been looking for you for ten years."
The whole network was in an uproar.
The wild girl from the country who was trampled into the mud turned out to be the Heavenly Master chosen once in a thousand years by Xuanmen, the mysterious Patriarch whom all the big guys knelt to seek talismans, and the destined person that Lu Chenyuan had been looking for for ten years?
Later, her brothers lined up and knelt in front of her door crying: "Sister, go home!"
Jiang Wan raised her hand and put a thunder talisman on the door, speaking calmly:
"Jiang family? I've calculated it. I don't deserve it."
