I Only Drew a Talisman, So Why Is My Whole Family Kneeling and Begging Me to Come Home?

[Transmigrate Into a Book] [Adorable Child] [Mysticism] [Fake and Real Heiresses] [The Whole Family's Road to Redemption] [Face-Slapping] [Satisfying Read]

The day she transmigrated into a book as a five-and-a-half-year-old cannon-fodder real heiress, Jiang Miaomiao was tossed onto an ox cart bound for the countryside.

The good news was that...

She awakened a top-tier talent for drawing talismans. She sold a single peace talisman for five taels of silver and casually saved the life of the Marquis of Zhenbei's heir.

The day the news reached the capital, the Jiang family erupted.

Her father, the General Who Guards the Nation, slammed the table, while her grandfather, the Grand Tutor, smashed his teacup. "Miaomiao is a Jiang by blood. We have to bring her back!"

Meanwhile, the fake heiress, who had been hailed as a "lucky star," started choking on water, tripping as she walked, and suffering nightmares every night.

Back in the countryside, Jiang Miaomiao's merit kept piling up, and her talismans grew more and more potent.

The heir of the Marquis of Zhenbei took her as his little sister, the richest family's daughter begged her to be her best friend, and even a palace consort sent someone to ask, "Little immortal, would you have time to come stay in the capital?"

The Jiang family, however, seemed to have caught the attention of a plague god...

Their business went under, their careers in government took a nosedive, and ghosts haunted their ancestral home.

At last, when a case involving evil spirits that had plagued the imperial capital for over a month shook the court, the Jiang family hurried to the little courtyard in the countryside. They did not find the pitiful, ragged little girl they had imagined.

They saw only a five-and-a-half-year-old girl crouching in the courtyard, casually arranging a few blades of grass. The thousand-year-old evil spirit that had set the capital abuzz vanished into thin air on the spot.

Before the Jiang family could say a word, Jiang Miaomiao waved her chubby little hand. "You want to bring me back?"

"Three conditions: apologize, give me a room twice as big as the fake heiress's, and give me twice her allowance."

"Also," she raised her eyes, her smile sweet yet chilly, "not a single bit of my mother's dowry can be missing."