I Gave the Fake Heiress My Blood for Three Years, Then Faked My Death and Drove the Family Mad

Su He had once been the woman Kyoto's noble ladies envied most. She did not have to learn needlework or be confined to a tower. She could ride through the streets and live as freely as a swallow.

Bright and spirited, unrestrained and carefree, she was cherished like a precious jewel by the Duke's household.

For sixteen years, she believed it too, until her mother brought Su Shiwan home.

“Su He, you aren't my real daughter. I raised you only so you could provide Shiwan with blood and save her life.”

“You've enjoyed sixteen years of wealth and luxury. Now it's time to repay me.”

Su He stared in disbelief at the mother who had always indulged and doted on her. Even her eldest brother, who had once loved her most, said:

“You've always had the best food: bird's nest, ginseng, and shark fin. Do you think you'd deserve any of that if it weren't for Shiwan?”

Only then did Su He understand that she was nothing but a fake, not even worthy of being called a substitute.

No wonder other families raised their legitimate daughters to master music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, while all she had to do was stay “healthy” and “grow strong.”

She was like a free-range wild boar, strong and nimble, waiting for the day she would be slaughtered.

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She did as they wished, cutting her wrists and giving Su Shiwan blood transfusions for three years. The strong swallow became a frail kite with a snapped string, until she was finally on the verge of death.

But the irony was that they wept bitterly at her funeral, consumed by remorse and regret.