Is It So Hard to Be a Sixteen-Year-Old Ancestor? My Dutiful Descendants Beg to Cling to Me

[Reborn Sixty Years Later] [Secret Identities] [Everyone's Favorite] [Palace and Household Intrigue] [Satisfying Face-Slapping]

The mistress of the Xie family, unmatched in medicine and poison and equally skilled in both letters and arms, was investigating the truth behind her husband's death in battle when she was ambushed and fell to her death from a cliff.

When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated sixty years into the future and become Xie Zhi, the true heiress of a branch of the Xie family, recently brought back to the family estate.

Her parents favored their fake daughter and despised Xie Zhi for growing up in the countryside, calling her crude and uncouth.

She quickly put them in their place, then turned around and walked into the main Xie family residence.

She was going to be their great ancestor!

Good news: She was sixteen again, young and stunningly beautiful!

Even better news: Her son was the current Grand Secretary, powerful enough to rule the realm, with a house full of descendants!

Bad news: Of her five grandsons, four had died in battle and one was missing.

Insane news: None of her four great-grandsons was easy to handle!

Facing a courtyard full of unruly descendants on their knees, Xie Zhi raised her whip and laid down the law. "Get in line. One at a time."

*

Xie Zhi was just a country girl!

The fake heiress who moved into the main Xie residence with her waited to see her make a fool of herself.

But in the capital, where the Xie family had served generations of officials, the powerful old master trembled as he knelt before Xie Zhi and called her "Mother."

*

The capital was abuzz: Some upstart girl from a branch family had arrived at the Grand Secretary's house and was bossing the whole family around like they were her servants.

She was only sixteen, yet the entire Xie family addressed her as their great ancestor.

The nobles found it amusing and waited for the Grand Secretary to become a laughingstock.

But as they waited, they watched Xie Zhi lead the whole family on a rampage, solve wrongful convictions, reclaim lost territory, and rise higher and higher.

Even the emperor had to respectfully call her "Teacher."

*

The capital's beloved moonlight had returned from the dead.

Everyone fought over her, each one bitter that the moonlight shone on everyone but them.

Only the Imperial Preceptor didn't care.

A thousand years old, he had always been aloof and self-controlled, born without feelings. He never imagined that after the young woman died, he would go mad.

Sixty years ago, he controlled puppets and indulged his bloodlust, staining the imperial city red.

But now, the moonlight shone only on him once more.

The man who could keep his composure as Mount Tai crumbled before him wept for the first time.