The thirtieth year of Changle, Winter Solstice. Heavy snow fell from the sky like goose feathers.
In the General’s Mansion of Wutong Cheng, a young woman wearing patched clothing retreated incessantly. Her hair was a mess, and her large eyes were filled with terror.
“Sister, don’t. Please don’t.” She was Yan Wuxin, the Fourth Miss of the General’s Mansion, and a witless waste famous throughout Changle Guo.
“You waste, just go and die!” A sharp, malicious voice rang out, and Yan Wuxin felt her center of gravity shift.
With a loud splash, water sprayed everywhere as Yan Wuxin was pushed into the lake. She struggled continuously, trying to climb back to shore, only to have a pair of large hands press down on her head. At the brink of death, Yan Wuxin tried to see clearly who was holding her down, but the lake water blurred her vision.
Yan Wuxin died on the Winter Solstice, yet she received no decent funeral. Her corpse was haphazardly tossed into a corner of a mass grave, while the three ‘gentlemen’ hired for the task took the silver meant for her burial to drink and dine at a restaurant.
However, the two men who had disposed of the body did not notice that the originally cold corpse’s fingers twitched slightly.
“Dammit, I didn’t think the dignified General’s Mansion would be so filthy, using three taels of silver mixed with stones to cheat people.” Not far away, three burly men approached, cursing.
“It’s your own fault for not checking.”
“How was I supposed to know the General’s Mansion would be like this? It’s all this little brat’s fault. If not for her, how could we have been swindled? Ptooey! I won’t let her rest in peace even in death.” The brute spat on Yan Wuxin’s corpse and prepared to strip off her clothes.
Suddenly, a slender hand abruptly seized his wrist.
At that moment, the deceased Yan Wuxin snapped her eyes open, a bloodthirsty light gleaming within them.
Want to touch her?
There was only one outcome: death.
Yan Wuxin exerted sudden force, snapping the man’s wrist with raw strength. Amidst his agonizing screams, she snatched the dagger from his waist and slashed it across his throat. Blood instantly sprayed everywhere.
At this moment, Yan Wuxin’s body and face were covered in blood. Her cold, piercing gaze swept over the two remaining men, her powerful aura sending shivers down their spines.
W-what was going on? Wasn’t she dead?
Before they could recover their senses, a frigid voice rang out.
“You… want to kill me?”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, a cold light flashing like a demon from the nine heavens, striking terror into their souls.
“You all deserve to die.” Anyone who dared to harm her deserved death.
After speaking calmly, her ghostly figure flickered. Before the two could react, they felt a chill across their necks, followed by a spray of blood. Both collapsed simultaneously, killed with a single stroke.
At that moment, memories that did not belong to her flooded her mind.
After processing the memories, Yan Wuxin was stunned.
She had actually undergone a Soul Transmigration.
She was originally the famous leader of a special agent organization in the 21st century: Gui Huang. Unexpectedly, she had been betrayed by the close sister she trusted most and was ambushed by enemies, resulting in her death without a grave.
The owner of this body was named Yan Wuxin, the daughter of the General’s second son, Yan Nantian. Yan Wuxin had been dim-witted since childhood, a natural-born Waste. Her mother had died early, her father’s Lingmai had been destroyed for some unknown reason, and her brother had been left permanently disabled while trying to protect her.
Her grandfather, the General, viewed the family of three as a disgrace and had banished them to a derelict courtyard in the back mountains to fend for themselves. Because of the grandfather’s attitude, the three of them lived a life in the General’s Mansion that was worse than that of the servants.
Yesterday, the Emperor visited to discuss a marriage between the original host and the current Crown Prince. Unexpectedly, the host’s father was absent, so the Emperor left first. Yan Qingyu, the eldest daughter of the Second Uncle, was deeply in love with the Crown Prince. Consumed by jealousy, she pushed Yan Wuxin into the lake. As Yan Wuxin struggled to reach the shore, a pair of large hands had pressed down on her head. Just like that, the witless Yan Wuxin died in the freezing lake.
In the original host’s memories, her most lingering obsession was her father and brother.
She wanted the newcomer to take her place in caring for them and to find the owner of the large hands that had snuffed out her will to live. Once Gui Huang agreed, that obsession dissipated.
Following her memories, Yan Wuxin walked step by step toward the gates of the Yan Jia home.
The words ‘General’s Mansion’ came into view, and she curled her lips into a mocking smile.
“G-ghost! A ghost! Ahhh!” As soon as the blood-drenched Yan Wuxin appeared, a servant stumbled back in terror.
“What is all this shouting? Where are your manners?” An angry scolding voice drifted over, but upon seeing Yan Wuxin, the speaker’s eyes filled with shock.
“Yan… Yan Wuxin.” A group of people from the General’s Mansion gathered at the sound, their eyes widening in disbelief.
The expressions of the people in the mansion varied, but the Madam of the First House was the first to react.
“Xin’er, what happened to you? Are you alright?” Her eyes were full of worry. Had it not been for the original host’s memories, one might have believed her concern was genuine.
“Why doesn’t First Aunt let someone give her a severe beating and soak in the lake for six hours to see if she’s ‘alright’!” Yan Wuxin’s cold eyes met the First Madam’s.
The First Madam was startled and lowered her head. “Xin’er…” She had only asked because she saw commoners gathering to watch, intending to play the part. She hadn’t expected Yan Wuxin’s tone to become so normal.
The old Yan Wuxin was an idiot, but this tone…
Could it be she was no longer witless?
But this girl had been dim-witted since birth; how could a soak in the water make her normal?
Suddenly, a torrential rain began to pour from the sky. The rainwater lashed against her frail body, nearly making her lose her footing. She couldn’t help but curse inwardly: Damn, what kind of body is this? It’s way too weak.
“What are you saying, Xin’er? What beating? What soaking in the lake? Xin’er, have you fallen into a fit of madness again?” The First Madam reacted quickly, an unnatural flicker passing through her expression.
Yan Wuxin glanced at the commoners watching the spectacle under their umbrellas, the corners of her mouth twitching. Gossip was loved by all, no matter where one was. As the saying goes, the spit of a hundred people can drown a man. Since the head of the General’s Mansion was away, the responsibility naturally fell on the First Madam.
Ha! If she was brave enough to do it, she shouldn’t be afraid of people talking.
“Does First Aunt really not know what I’m saying?” She had watched the whole show; how could she not know? Did she think herself a trash bag, capable of containing any rubbish?
Seeing more and more people gathering, the First Madam panicked. She stepped forward, staring intently as she spoke coldly, “Everyone knows that the daughter of Third Master Yan is witless. But you—you don’t look like a fool at all. Who are you exactly? What is your purpose in coming to the General’s Mansion?”
Yan Wuxin looked at her indifferently. “Who am I? Heh, doesn’t everyone know? In Changle Guo, who else possesses this face besides me, Yan Wuxin? Furthermore, this face…”
Before Yan Wuxin could finish, the First Madam glared at her with murderous eyes and whispered, “Do not speak nonsense, or I will have your wretched life.”
Yan Wuxin curled her lips in a mocking smirk. Of course she wouldn’t speak nonsense—at least, not yet. The greatest pain in the world was mental torture. She wouldn’t act unless she was prepared, and when she did, she would ensure they had no hope of recovery.
Everything the General’s Mansion owed the original host, she would reclaim, bit by bit.