The moment Wen Ying stepped off the rooftop, she had only one thought: At last, it’s over.
Then she opened her eyes and transmigrated.
She had become Wen Ying, the legitimate daughter of the Wen household in Great Qi. Her stepmother had raised the original owner to be timid and illiterate, turning her into a laughingstock, before someone eventually pushed her into a lotus pond and drowned her.
In her last life, she put up with everyone. In this one, she wouldn’t put up with anyone.
When her stepmother pretended to be virtuous, Wen Ying slammed the account books down in the ancestral hall and went through every last entry until her stepmother’s face turned pale. When her stepsister tried to steal her engagement, Wen Ying went straight at her. When a noblewoman from the palace came looking for trouble, she greeted her with a sweet smile, then turned around and dug a pit for her. When someone at court tried to use her as a pawn, she flipped the whole chessboard first.
All of the capital was saying that the Yongning Junzhu of the Marquis of Yongchang’s household had gone mad.
Wen Ying wasn’t mad. She had finally understood one thing: every rule in this world was meant to bind good people, and she had no intention of being good anymore.
She had planned to get revenge for the original owner, then lie flat and enjoy her retirement. But someone just wouldn’t let her live in peace. She gave an inch, and others demanded a mile; every time she held back, another murderous intent rose behind her. If there was nowhere left to retreat, then she would stop retreating.
Everyone in the capital thought the Regent was going to teach this presumptuous young Junzhu a lesson. But Xie Ci only looked at her and asked, “What do you want?”
Wen Ying rolled her eyes at him.
In her last life, everyone asked why she wasn’t happy. This time, she needed no one to save her, and no one to define how she should live.
From wanting only to die, to wanting revenge, to wanting to protect others, and then to wanting to win, Wen Ying suddenly realized that being alive wasn’t so bad after all.
She had thought being reborn meant utter ruin. She never expected someone to insist on growing a flower amid the rubble.
