After My Master and I Became Heiress Daughters, I Won by Lying Flat

Shen Qingwan never dreamed she would transmigrate alongside Qingzhu, her trusted senior palace maid.

In her previous life, she was a disgraced consort confined to the Cold Palace. Qingzhu alone never abandoned her, taking blades for her and testing poisons on her behalf. In the end, they both died tragically. When Shen Qingwan opened her eyes again, she had become the frail, sickly, unloved biological daughter of the Shen family in Jiangcheng. And Qingzhu had become the impostor who took her place!

One was a sickly invalid, the other a beloved top student. Shen Qingwan clutched the bedsheets as tears silently slipped down her cheeks. Qingzhu had a whole new life now. Would she still acknowledge her useless former mistress?

The next morning, Shen Qingwan's bedroom door was kicked open. Qingzhu rushed in carrying a steaming breakfast, her eyes red, and dropped to her knees by the bed. “My lady! I finally found you! Don't be afraid. This time, I'll protect you!”

From then on, the Jiangcheng elite's world went completely off the rails…

Someone bullied Shen Qingwan at school? Qingzhu would step in with a swift arm lock, slam them into a trash can, and say coldly, “You think you're worthy of laying a finger on even one hair on my lady's head?”

Someone sneered at Shen Qingwan for being a “sickly good-for-nothing” at a family banquet? Qingzhu would pick up a glass of wine and cite chapter and verse as she verbally demolished them, leaving them speechless. Then she'd finish with an elegant parting shot: “Back in the day, you wouldn't even have been worthy of putting on my lady's shoes.”

Most outrageous of all, Lu Beicheng, the aloof, abstinent young master of a wealthy family who usually kept everyone at arm's length, had recently started looking at the two of them rather strangely. He stopped Qingzhu and asked in a low voice, “You call her your lady. What does she call you?”