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On my sister's wedding day, I tightly held the sleeve corner of her wedding dress. The fool's intuition made me cry heartbrokenly, but all I got was a slap in the face from my father: "Unlucky thing!" Three years later, when my sister's coffin was brought back, the lid could not contain the rotten smell. My mother secretly opened the coffin in the middle of the night and saw her sister's hollowed-out eye sockets and body full of needle holes. She went crazy on the spot. Seven days later, my mother was found drowned in a lotus pond, still clutching the blood-stained hosta she had stolen from her sister's coffin. And the aunt who pushed me and broke my head smiled and put on my mistress's beaded crown. It wasn't until the night I was sold that the first pattern of the "Nine Transformation Jade Techniques" that had been lost for centuries appeared on my wrist-- "It turns out that stupidity is the best way to practice this mental method.

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