I Am Daiyu in the Red Mansion

When Lin Wei opened her eyes, she found that she had become the sister Lin who had died in tears. But in this life, she is no longer the sensitive and thoughtful orphan girl who depends on others. In the memory of the past, there are battlefields with swords and swords, and intrigues and intrigues, but there is no weakness to be manipulated by others. Rong Guofu's abacus was crackling, and no matter how deeply Mrs. Wang hid her eyes, they could not block the clarity in her eyes. Case of deduction? Turn out the account books on the spot and confront each other; gossip? Throw it back and let the initiator reap the consequences; Baoyu's obsession, Baochai's temptation, Jia Mu's weighing... She can see through it all. "Want to plot against me? First, consider whether your bones are strong enough." She looked back at Yihongyuan, and her fingertips traced the dagger hidden in her sleeve - in this life, she would not be a weak willow swaying in the wind, but a sharp blade that could split the wind and snow. I just didn't expect that Miss Lin, who always liked to wear plain clothes, could turn Rongguo Mansion upside down. "Sister Lin's temper is harder than that stone." Baoyu murmured, looking at her back. She turned back with sharp eyebrows: "My surname is Lin, not 'sister'." From an orphaned girl to a razor that stirs up troubles, let's see how the "Sister Lin" who has changed her flesh and blood, carves out her own way of survival in this deep mansion.