Freezing to Death in a Snowy Night, the Resurrected Fake Concubine's Daughter Wreaks Havoc on Her Entire Family

I died on a snowy night, wrapped in a tattered quilt, curled up in the drafty little hut next to the stables. No one in the General's Mansion remembered me, no one shed a tear for me. They were crying for the fake heiress. Ye Xiaomei, who stole everything from me and returned from the dead. But I came back anyway—not to claim kinship, not to woo love, but to make them swallow the fruits of their own making. She lived as me, I died as her. And now, I will make them unable to distinguish who is human and who is ghost. The snow continued to fall, like goose feathers, swirling from the eaves into the hall, landing on the blood-written letter. "Don't blame her, she..."