The real daughter who had been missing for ten years had returned to the household of Censor Song.
She was ugly and crude in speech and manner, like a country bumpkin, like a stupid pig.
In her place was a beloved fake heiress, the family's precious jewel.
Her mother said she was ill-fated and deserved to die.
Her father thought she was too ugly and an embarrassment.
Her eldest brother called her a worthless waste.
Her second brother said she was fit only to be a worthless imitation.
Her third brother falsely accused her of murdering her sister and father.
Her fourth brother cursed her and beat their birth mother.
And late at night, her fifth brother even forced her to jump into the lake to atone to the fake heiress...
But what was her sin?
Si Niannian severed the bonds of blood with her own hands, coldly watching those she once knew be ground into dust by pain and remorse. She spoke each word slowly: "I am the one who will judge you."
"You are the ones on trial."
Alone in the world, I guide the dead, holding the underworld in my palm and leading souls onward.
But the mighty Guide of Souls had lost the wick of her guiding lantern.
She searched everywhere and could not find it.
Much later, amid a world collapsing into chaos,
Si Niannian looked at the blood-soaked man, his face twisted with madness. The fingertip resting against his heart was like a blade. "You actually dared to steal my lantern wick?"
The man curled his fingers around her bloodstained fingertip, his smile bright as the moon. Then he took her hand and led her into the mortal world. "Niannian."
"The lantern wick isn't what I want..."
