Grandma of the Republic of China, Reborn as a Great-Granddaughter

Yun Xiyue was thirty-nine years old when she died. Born in the last years of Guangxu, he grew up in a prominent family in the south of the Yangtze River. He has seen foreign markets ten miles away and seen mountains and rivers broken. The moment the bullet passed through her chest, she thought: This life is worth it. When she opened her eyes again, she became Memorial Yue. Sixteen years old, the legitimate daughter of the Ji family, living like a shadow. Her biological parents regarded her as nothing, while her three brothers regarded their adopted daughter as the moon. Even the shares she was supposed to inherit became the property of her adopted daughter. The whole family waited to see her make a fuss. She didn't make a fuss. I just silently learned to use mobile phones, check accounts, and apply the techniques of the Republic of China to the modern workplace. A year later, her adopted daughter cried and asked her: Who are you? She smiled and didn't answer. Outside the window is the neon light of 2026. She lowered her head and glanced at the yellowed family photo in her pocket watch. ——That was 1945, her last relative. "It doesn't matter who I am." "The important thing is that it's time to pay back what you owe the Ji family."