[Metaphysics + real and fake heiresses + face-slapping in a wealthy family + two powerful leads bound by fate]
The day Shang Tinglan was brought back to her wealthy family, everyone waited to see the country girl make a fool of herself.
The fake heiress smiled sweetly and took her hand. “It's nice to meet you, big sister.”
Shang Tinglan glanced at the full-length mirror. “Be careful of the shadow behind you.”
The fake heiress's smile froze.
Her eldest brother warned her coldly to mind her manners. She asked, “How did your father die?”
“Of an illness.”
“The memorial tablet tells a different story.”
As soon as she spoke, vermilion-red characters appeared on the back of an old photo on the table: Wronged.
Her eldest brother's materialist worldview shattered on the spot.
The family invited a master to perform rituals for three days. An old servant became possessed and went mad, and the master was at a loss.
She flicked a copper coin, and the servant came to.
The master dropped to his knees and begged to become her disciple. She asked his age. He said forty-three.
“Too old.”
The fake heiress brought her a calming tea. A black line appeared on the bottom of the cup, forming a word.
She pushed it back. “The cup's going to tell on you.”
Later, the memorial tablet smiled, the mirror turned to look back, and the old well knocked on the door in the middle of the night.
Only then did the family realize she hadn't returned to compete for their affection.
In her previous life, she was an exorcist who sealed the gate to the underworld with her own life, only to be pushed into the abyss by the person she trusted most.
Now she had returned. With a talisman and a copper coin, she would drag the wealthy family's old debts and the metaphysical world's conspiracies into the light of day.
Rong Qizhou, head of the capital's most powerful family, had been short-lived in seven lifetimes and never lived past twenty-five.
Everyone kept their distance from him. She took one look and said, “In your previous life, you took the blow for me at the gate to the underworld. I'll break this curse for you.”
He followed her around and refused to leave, no matter how many times she tried to chase him off.
“You only touch your copper coin when you're nervous.”
Shang Tinglan took her hand out of her pocket.
“A hundred years ago, he lied to her and said you were dead. This time, I won't believe him.”
