The Eighteen-Year-Old Ancestress Returned to the Capital, and the Powerful Fell to Their Knees

A hundred years ago, Qi Zhaoye anchored an array with her soul, protecting the capital’s fortune for a century.

A hundred years later, she awoke in the body of the Qi family’s true heiress, who had just turned eighteen.

On her first day awake, her biological parents despised her, her brothers gave her the cold shoulder, and the fake heiress framed her.

Everyone thought she had no one to rely on and could be bullied at will.

But they didn’t know that the Qi family owed its present prosperity to her. She had built it up herself all those years ago.

The ancestors of the capital’s most powerful families all owed her their lives.

She had intended to quietly investigate the mystery from a century ago, but she unexpectedly crossed paths with Wenren Jin.

The head of the capital’s Wenren family was born under a catastrophically unlucky fate and wouldn’t live to see thirty.

He didn’t believe in mysticism, ghosts, or gods, and he certainly didn’t believe an eighteen-year-old girl could save him.

That is, until she gently pressed a hand to his chest and said, “Don’t move. If you do, you’ll die.”

Wenren Jin sneered. “Are you threatening me?”

Qi Zhaoye looked up. “I’m saving you.”

Later, he held her captive in his arms, obsession surging in his eyes. “Qi Zhaoye, you can have my life, but don’t you dare try to reject me.”

She was the ancient master whose light pierced the long night.

He was the solitary ill-starred soul who burned through the abyss.

The old game from a century ago began again. This time, they would face it side by side.