"Bang!"
A split second before the impact, Lin Wei saw Su Qian in the crowd, toying with the manuscript of the competition paper Lin Wei had spent half a year pouring her heart into. Su Qian and Jiang Chen embraced and laughed together, their malice impossible to conceal. Plagiarism, a frame-up, the deaths of her parents, and a ruined reputation: three years of sincere devotion had all become a joke.
As her consciousness faded, she had only one thought: If I get another life, I will make this vile couple pay in blood! I will live with my eyes open and my claws bared, and never let anyone manipulate me again!
"Miss! Wake up! The legitimate young lady is going to destroy the only memento Madam left you!"
The old servant's piercing cries cut through the darkness. Lin Wei snapped her eyes open. The agony that had wracked her body was replaced by a bone-deep chill. A shabby earthen house, coarse patched bedding, and the old servant before her, sobbing breathlessly: where was this place supposed to be, the underworld?
Unfamiliar memories surged into her mind. The Great Jing Marquis's Manor. Shen Qingci, a concubine-born daughter whose birth mother was an orphan the manor had rescued years ago. Gentle by nature, her mother had been taken in by the marquis, but the mistress of the house, Madam Liu, grew wary of her. Falsely accused of having an affair, she was forced to drink poisoned tea and died horribly. As for Shen Qingci, her elder legitimate sister, Shen Qingrou, had always regarded her as a thorn in her side because her mother had left her a jade hairpin engraved with the character "Qing." After years of torment, Shen Qingrou tried to snatch the hairpin yesterday. Shen Qingci fought back, so Shen Qingrou kicked her into a corner of the wall. A high fever killed her.
And now Lin Wei, a top student from the modern world, had been reborn in this frail body.
