Three years ago, Shen Zhaoning, the legitimate daughter of the Shen family, died in a fire. Her death was strange and went unnoticed. The Shen family told the outside world only that their eldest daughter had died of a sudden illness, and did not even hold a proper funeral. They hastily buried her in the family grave, as though she had never existed. Only Shen Zhaoning knew the truth: the fire was no accident. It was a carefully laid trap, set by her own uncle, her cousin, and the fiancé she had trusted most.
Then she woke up. She awoke in a secluded woodshed in the Shen family’s back courtyard, covered in wounds and blood, and saw the face she had at fourteen. She remembered clearly: in her previous life, it had all begun in this very woodshed. Her cousin had framed her for stealing the Shen family’s ancestral jade pendant, and her father had made her kneel in the ancestral hall for three days and nights. From then on, she had become the laughingstock of the Shen family. In this life, she would not let anyone climb to the top by trampling on her dignity.
