After Her Family Reads the Mind of Their Metaphysical Heiress, They Regret Everything

In her previous life, Shen Wanli gave everything for her family, yet they all despised her. They spoiled the fake heiress, daughter of a convicted official, as if she were precious treasure. Reborn, Shen Wanli watched it all with cold indifference. When her fiancé demanded that she give the fake heiress credit for saving the emperor, she agreed. Then she let her thoughts reach the emperor, and the fake heiress and her fiancé were punished for deceiving him, their faces left swollen. When her eldest brother was attacked at a banquet, she no longer took an arrow for him. She watched as his right hand was crippled, ending his hopes of sitting the civil service exams. She murmured, [Didn’t my eldest brother say in my last life that I was in the way, and that he could have dodged even without me taking the arrow? Didn’t Shen Nianjiao say she would have taken the arrow for him if she’d been there?~]

Her second brother was a compulsive gambler who squandered the family fortune. She stopped meddling, bought the gambling den, and let him gamble away his inheritance while she made a fortune. [My second brother is right, gambling is just a little hobby. Our marquisate is rich and powerful, after all. If you run out of money, remember to ask your sensible little sister Nianjiao for some~]

Her third brother was poisoned with a parasitic spell. She no longer used herself to test the antidote, and watched as his martial arts were ruined and he could no longer protect the fake heiress. [Last life, my third brother said I was scheming when I secretly tried to cure your poison. Shen Nianjiao also said she would have tested the poison on herself if she’d known. Why doesn’t she want to try this time?~]

Later, her fiancé and brothers bitterly regretted everything and came to hate the fake heiress, begging Shen Wanli to forgive them. But she only smiled and called out to the sinister Eunuch of the Nine Thousand Years, “Brother.” The cold, ruthless commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard stood beside her with his embroidered spring sword, ready to kill anyone who threatened her, whether they were human or Buddha. Even the Crown Prince, who was practically rushing to his own grave, sat bolt upright on his deathbed for her.