Back at the General’s Manor, I Make My Scumbag Father Face His Reckoning

On a snowy night, when my cruel father drove me out of the General's Estate, I clenched my frozen fingers and wrote “Li Xiuyuan” in the snow. It was the last time I would ever cry for him. When I opened my eyes again, Su Wan, a modern tea artist, had transmigrated into the body of an abandoned legitimate daughter. In my hands, the tea manual my late mother left behind was a treasure waiting to be discovered! A roadside tea stall became a gold-lacquered tea pavilion, and rough clothes gave way to embroidered wedding finery. I became the “Tea Lady” everyone in Great Qi clamored to claim. Then one day, the once-arrogant General Who Guards the North knelt until his legs gave out, begging me to save his estate. Did he still remember how he had pushed me into a snowdrift with his own hands? “The military funds your Aunt Zhou embezzled are recorded in my tea shop’s ledgers. The secret letter proving my stepsister colluded with the enemy is the tea stain in my cup.” I raised my newly brewed “Heart-Chilling Tea” and watched their faces turn whiter than snow. You cast me aside like a weed back then. Today, I’ll use this cup of tea to send you all to hell.