Dayong Kingdom.
The thirty-fourth year of the Yuanqing era.
The Mansion of the Duke of Zhen.
In a remote courtyard.
The maid, Yingge, watched the simple-minded young miss who had just returned from the brink of death with deep concern.
The girl had been staring into the bronze mirror for a full hour without saying a word.
“Eldest Young Miss, the Old Madam has sent someone.”
Yingge glanced back at Zhao Momo, who had come to urge them once again, and moved to help her mistress up.
What she did not know was that the simple-minded young miss before her was no longer the same person.
Jiang Mo never expected that she would still be alive, let alone that she would become Feng Jinxuan, the eldest daughter of the Duke of Zhen’s Mansion.
The reason she was sitting there was because her head was throbbing violently, and memories of the original host were constantly surfacing in her mind.
She discovered to her delight that it had been two years since a Transmigrator had seized her own original body.
This meant there was still time for everything.
Jiang Mo took a deep breath and turned to look at Yingge. “Quiet down. I’m not deaf.”
Yingge froze. This was the first time the Eldest Young Miss had spoken since she had fallen into the water and remained unconscious for half a month.
The voice was familiar, yet the tone had changed.
Yingge looked at her suspiciously. “Eldest Young Miss, you…”
“I wasn’t born simple-minded.”
Jiang Mo stood up and smoothed her sleeves. Looking at her faded, white-washed dress, the corners of her mouth twitched.
Who would have thought that the dignified eldest daughter of the Duke of Zhen’s Mansion lived a life in this house that was worse than a servant’s?
Even if she was simple-minded, her mother was the daughter of the Grand Princess. Unfortunately, her mother had passed away when she was eight years old.
After her mother’s death, Feng Jinxuan had fallen gravely ill, and only then did she become dull and foolish.
Although Jiang Mo didn’t know why she had been reborn as Feng Jinxuan, she knew deeply that only this way could she take revenge and prevent tragedy from striking again.
Jiang Mo was dead; she was now the newly-born Feng Jinxuan.
“Eldest Young Miss, you’re…”
Hearing her tone, Yingge was first stunned, then looked at her with pure joy.
When Feng Jinxuan’s mother was still alive, she had been raised with utter devotion. Combined with the fact that her grandmother was the Grand Princess, she had developed a somewhat haughty and pampered temperament.
Now that she had returned to her old self, it made Yingge—who had grown up with her—incredibly emotional.
Yingge had always believed that the Eldest Young Miss would wake up one day. Now, the clouds had finally parted to reveal the moon.
“Eldest Young Miss, you’re awake? You’re really awake?” Yingge asked in disbelief, her eyes reddening.
“Mm.”
Feng Jinxuan reached out and pinched the bridge of the maid’s nose, saying with feigned disgust, “You still haven’t fixed that habit of crying at the drop of a hat.”
Tears streamed down Yingge’s face.
As Jiang Mo—now Feng Jinxuan—she felt a wave of mixed emotions.
She knew that the real Feng Jinxuan had perished after falling into the water.
Before she left, the original Feng Jinxuan did not forget to tell Jiang Mo to live well in her stead and to take revenge for her.
Revenge?
It seemed the Duke of Zhen’s Mansion harbored hidden dangers as well.
She reminded herself: she was Feng Jinxuan now, not Jiang Mo.
“Eldest Young Miss, you’re awake. You’re really awake.”
Yingge still couldn’t believe it, chanting the words repeatedly.
Waiting outside, Zhao Momo heard the commotion and poked her head in suspiciously.
Feng Jinxuan lifted her eyes to meet Zhao Momo’s gaze. Expressionless and carrying an air of authority, she walked toward the woman.
Zhao Momo flinched, instinctively averting her eyes.
This…
This…
An uneasy feeling stirred in her heart. “Has the Eldest Young Miss really woken up?”
She was a veteran servant of the mansion; how could she not know the reason behind the Eldest Young Miss’s simple-mindedness? But how could she have suddenly woken up now?
“What does the Old Madam want with me?”
Feng Jinxuan stood before Zhao Momo and spoke in a cold voice.