“Vicious woman, Meier is your sister! How dare you try to kill her!”
Jiang Suihuan opened her eyes and saw the unfamiliar man and woman before her, feeling a bit dazed.
She was a top-tier modern doctor who had studied traditional Chinese medicine, Western medicine, and ancient martial arts from a young age. She was world-renowned for her sublime medical skills.
She had woken up in this inexplicable place.
Before she could make sense of the situation, a sharp pain shot through her chest.
Jiang Suihuan looked down to see a dagger embedded in her chest, blood pouring out ceaselessly.
The man’s cold words reached her ears: “Back then, you married this Prince in Meier’s stead, and this Prince spared your life. Today, you tried to kill Meier again. How can this Prince tolerate you!”
With a buzz, memories flooded her mind.
She had transmigrated, becoming the Zheng Fei of Nanming Wangfu.
The original owner of this body was the Zhen Qianjin of the Houfu. She had been swapped at birth and had lived elsewhere for many years before being found by the Houfu and married to the current dynasty’s prince, Chu Jue.
The “sister” the Prince had just mentioned was the Jia Qianjin of the residence.
Although she wasn’t their biological daughter, the Houye and Hou Furen couldn’t bear to part with her, so they adopted her as a Shu Nu.
But this sister was not a simple character.
She had also entered the Wangfu, becoming a Ce Fei.
Just a moment ago, the original owner had been passing by the rear garden when she saw Jiang Meier about to kill herself with a dagger.
She had rushed over to save Jiang Meier, but during their struggle, Chu Jue had suddenly appeared, snatched the dagger, and plunged it into the original owner’s chest…
The original owner had died on the spot, allowing Jiang Suihuan’s soul to transmigrate into this body.
At this moment, Jiang Meier was hugging Chu Jue, sobbing weakly. “Thank goodness the Prince appeared in time. Otherwise, I would not have escaped death today.”
Jiang Suihuan scoffed internally. With such great acting skills, it was a real shame she wasn’t in the film industry.
She shifted her body slightly from the pain, only to be kicked viciously by Chu Jue.
“You still want to run at a time like this?”
The kick sent her tumbling to the ground, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
A memory belonging to the original owner flashed through her mind.
The original owner had grown up in a Zhuangzi. When she first returned to the Houfu seven years ago, everything was unfamiliar to her.
At banquets, the young masters and ladies would mock her, but only Chu Jue had treated her with kindness, even secretly placing a Lingxiao Flower on her plate.
Looking at the Chu Jue of today, his expression was filled with disgust, and not a trace of affection could be seen in his eyes.
Was this really the same person?
Jiang Meier’s eyes were full of pity. “Prince, although my sister tried to kill me, she is a dying person now. We were sisters, after all. I’d like to be alone with her for a while.”
“I have evidence!” Jiang Suihuan said in a hoarse voice. “You can lock me up. Once I’ve stopped the bleeding, I can prove my innocence.”
She had no evidence for the time being; it was just a stalling tactic.
She hadn’t yet adapted to this unfamiliar body and couldn’t exert any strength. Once she could make a move, things would naturally be easier to handle.
“This Prince saw it with my own eyes. Are you still trying to deceive me?”
Disgust filled Chu Jue’s features. With a flick of his sleeves, he strode away.
After the Prince left, Jiang Meier seemed to transform into a different person. She looked down at Jiang Suihuan from above, her eyes brimming with triumph.
“My dear sister, back when you were still at the Zhuangzi, I advised you not to come back. You didn’t listen to me. Do you regret it now?”
“Cough, cough.” Jiang Suihuan spat out a mouthful of blood.
In the original owner’s memory, Jiang Meier had been obedient and well-behaved. Until the very last moment of her life, the original owner had believed Jiang Meier was a good sister.
Jiang Meier’s smile twisted as she yanked Jiang Suihuan up by her hair. “Before you came back, I was Father and Mother’s only daughter. After you returned, I became a Shu Nu. The marriage that should have been mine fell to you. Why? Why!”
Looking at Jiang Suihuan’s beautiful face, a flash of jealousy crossed Jiang Meier’s eyes.
She immediately pulled the dagger from Jiang Suihuan’s chest, gripped it, and slashed viciously at her face.
“If it weren’t for this pretty face of yours, no one would have discovered you were Father and Mother’s real daughter. I’ll destroy your face right now, so you can only be reborn as an ugly monster in your next life!”
Jiang Suihuan was completely powerless, only able to watch as Jiang Meier carved one gash after another into her face.
Seeing her exquisite features become a mangled, bloody, and grotesque mess, Jiang Meier burst into laughter.
“Now that you’ve lost the only thing you could rely on—your looks—what do you have left to compete with me? Men, come and cripple her hands and feet for me!”
An intense wave of pain washed over her, and Jiang Suihuan curled into a tight ball.
They were both women, yet Jiang Meier could be this ruthless. Hatred surged within her, intertwining with the original owner’s unwillingness to die.
Suddenly, an idea struck her. She raised her head and shouted provocatively.
“Jiang Meier, you’re such a coward. You can’t even kill a person yourself and have to call others to do it. Just as expected of a bastard from the outside!”
At these words, Jiang Meier was instantly enraged. “You’re still spouting nonsense at death’s door! I’ll send you on your way right now!”
With that, she tightened her grip on the dagger and stabbed at Jiang Suihuan’s chest once more.
In a flash, Jiang Suihuan’s eyes sharpened. Feigning a struggle, she deliberately moved a non-vital area into the path of the blade.
The dagger sank into her body. She spat out a mouthful of blood and pretended to faint.
Jiang Meier checked for her breath and then felt for her pulse.
Dead just like that. She really got off easy.
She stood up, took out a handkerchief, and wiped her hands in disgust.
“The Zheng Fei’s assassination attempt failed, and she has been sentenced to death by the Prince. Bury her in the Luanzang Gang.”
An hour later, the downpour gradually subsided.
At the Luanzang Gang outside the city, two guards tossed Jiang Suihuan’s body onto the ground.
One of them stared lecherously at the body on the ground, rubbing his hands together.
“This Zheng Fei was married into the Wangfu for two years but was never favored by the Prince. It’s a pity for her to die just like this. Why don’t we two be good guys and let the Zheng Fei have some fun even in death?”
The other guard hesitated for a moment before nodding. “You’re right. This corpse will just be eaten by wild dogs in the Luanzang Gang anyway. Might as well let us brothers have a taste first.”
The two of them were drooling and about to pounce when a sudden clap of thunder echoed across the sky.
Jiang Suihuan, who had been lying in wait, snapped her eyes open, her gaze as cold as a blade.
By now, she had somewhat adapted to this body. Enduring the excruciating pain, she pulled the dagger from her chest and, catching the two men off guard, slashed it across their necks.
Although she didn’t have much strength, the blade was incredibly sharp. A single slice was enough to slit their throats.
They didn’t even have time to scream. Clutching their necks, they collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then stopped breathing.
The thunderclap split the dark clouds, and a pale yellow moon leaped out from behind them.
In the Luanzang Gang, Jiang Suihuan collapsed beside the two corpses, letting out a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, she had a unique secret technique for feigning death.
To facilitate her future revenge, she briefly reviewed the original owner’s memories.
The original owner had lived a rather miserable life. Swapped at birth, she grew up in a Zhuangzi without a father’s care or a mother’s love.
She finally reached the age of ten and was brought back to the Houfu, only to be met with the disappointed gazes of the Houye and Hou Furen because she couldn’t play instruments, chess, calligraphy, or paint, and was often secretly framed by Jiang Meier.
At fifteen, she married Chu Jue, whom she had deeply loved for five years.
Upon learning that Chu Jue and Jiang Meier had already pledged their love to each other, the original owner, filled with guilt, agreed to let Chu Jue take Jiang Meier as a Ce Fei, only to die tragically at their hands at the age of seventeen.
It was truly a tragic fate.
Thankfully, her medical skills were superb; otherwise, she would have just been waiting to die after transmigrating.
But now there was a problem. She had external injuries, and without medical equipment, she would still be waiting to die.
Just as she was thinking this, a room suddenly appeared before her eyes.
Inside the room were shelves filled with medical instruments and bottles of medicine.
It was her former laboratory