Our WeChat Group Connects to the Underworld, and I’m the Real Heiress!

Feng Lingyi was the most powerful princess in all of Great Xia. Yet on the day she launched her rebellion, her fiance betrayed and poisoned her to death. When she opened her eyes again, she had become the unloved true daughter of a modern wealthy family. Her parents scolded her, her biological brother beat her, and the fake heiress led people in mocking and bullying her. Everyone looked down on her. Feng Lingyi glanced at the Great Xia emperors' chat group on her phone. Everyone in it was a loyal subject of hers. The empire's foremost feng shui master knelt before Feng Lingyi, weeping: “Your Highness! My ancestor appeared in a dream and told me to swear that I would follow you to my death!” [Emperors' Chat Group] Great Xia's Imperial Preceptor: “I'm the ancestor he's talking about.” The empire's foremost architectural designer leaned on his cane, tears streaming down his face: “Your Highness! My ancestor said the world's tallest tower, which I just designed, will be named after you!” [Emperors' Chat Group] Minister of Works: “Praising Your Highness is my family's calling.” The empire's youngest marshal dropped to one knee: “Your Highness, by order of my ancestor, I place this army in your hands.” [Emperors' Chat Group] First-Rank Great General: “My military strategy is nothing compared to Your Highness's.” The old professor's eyes were red: “The Great Xia Compendium was divided up and stolen back then. It's infuriating! Otherwise, our empire would surely have advanced even further!” [Emperors' Chat Group] Emperor Taizu of Xia: “If all else fails, go look in my tomb.” Feng Lingyi: “I had some additions made back then, but unfortunately, I died too suddenly and have no tomb.” The empire's richest man and head of its foremost family, Qi Zhwang, gazed at her reverently: “I built a tomb for your clothes and crown. The complete version is inside.” Feng Lingyi looked at this old nemesis from her previous life, the enemy nation's crown prince who took away her corpse and held it in his arms as he slept in his palace every night. “You creep!” Qi Zhwang caught the slap she aimed at him and breathed in the fragrance of her palm. “Your Highness, I won't let go again in this life.”