Girl, Aren't You Miserable as the Legitimate Daughter?

After transmigrating into Leng Yiyi's body, I learned that she was the legitimate daughter of the Vice Minister of Rites. Her mother had died young, her father didn't love her, and her stepmother had egged on her half-sister to frame her. Her grandmother sent her to the family estate in their ancestral home to fend for herself, where she was eventually killed by two matrons.

I thought she had suffered terribly and been treated so unfairly. I secretly vowed to live well in her place, take revenge on everyone who had hurt her, and never let a single one of them off the hook.

But as time went by, I found myself unable to act while basking in my cheap father's affection. He was just too good to me.

Just when I thought I had the plot of a triumphant female-lead story in the palm of my hand, reality dealt me a face-slapping blow. I learned that in ancient times, ordinary people had no fair rights, and commoners were lower than dirt.

Born in a peaceful era beneath the red flag, I had thought I was overflowing with a sense of justice. But when I made enemies of a host of powerful nobles and couldn't protect my family and friends, I realized I was no different from anyone else, and just as insignificant.