“Help! Something’s wrong! Sixth Miss fell into the lotus pond!”
In the State of Yue, in the rear garden of the Weiyuan Marquis’s residence, a sharp, terrified female voice rang through half the garden.
After a flurry of chaos, a servant woman in her twenties pulled a five-year-old girl out of the lotus pond.
The child’s face was deathly pale, completely lifeless in appearance, sending a chill through everyone present.
“Tong’er… my Tong’er!” A grief-stricken cry came from afar, drawing closer.
A woman in a green dress stumbled forward in panic.
Behind her, a group of women followed.
At the front was a beautiful woman in a bright red gown.
She scolded sharply, “What happened? How did Sixth Miss fall into the pond? Where are the servants attending her? Are they all dead? The young mistress fell into the water and no one knew to save her?!”
At her furious outburst, a large group of servants immediately knelt on the ground.
“Madam, please, save Tong’er!” the woman in green pleaded, kneeling.
“Tian Shi, get up. You lot, do you have no sense? Hurry and carry Sixth Miss back to Cui Garden.
Nanny Zhu, go call the residence physician immediately to examine her.”
At Cui Garden, Physician Fang carefully examined the child and said in a low voice, “Madam, Sixth Miss nearly drowned after falling into the lotus pond. Her condition is not optimistic. I will prescribe some medicine for now. If she can make it through tonight and wakes up tomorrow, she should be fine. If she cannot make it through tonight… I’m afraid…”
Though he did not finish his sentence, everyone understood.
If she didn’t survive the night, the Sixth Miss of the Weiyuan Marquis’s residence would be gone.
Concubine Tian, the girl’s birth mother, blacked out and fainted upon hearing this.
Madam Cui, the marquis’s wife, rubbed her forehead in frustration. Not only were they no help, they were adding to the chaos.
“Physician Fang, Tian Shi has fainted as well. Please examine her and prescribe something for her too,” Madam Cui instructed helplessly.
“Yes, Madam.” Physician Fang responded and turned to examine Tian Shi.
After a moment, he said, “Madam, Concubine Tian fainted from shock. There is nothing seriously wrong.”
“Good. Prepare the medicine. I’ll have Nanny Zhu follow you to collect it. Explain carefully how to decoct it and anything they should pay attention to,” Madam Cui instructed.
“Yes. For Sixth Miss, whoever keeps watch tonight must stay alert. Make sure she doesn’t develop a fever during the night.
If she does, wipe her sweat frequently with cloths. As for Concubine Tian, she will wake up shortly. There’s no cause for concern.”
After giving his instructions, Physician Fang hurried off to write the prescription and prepare the medicine.
Once he left, Madam Cui sat in the main hall of Cui Garden, her face full of anger.
In the courtyard, two people knelt—the maid and the wet nurse responsible for attending Sixth Miss Wang Yutong.
“Nanny Qin, as Sixth Miss’s wet nurse, is this how you care for her? Shaoyao, as her personal maid, is this how you serve her? Explain what happened today. If you cannot make it clear, I will have the Marquis send you to the authorities for proper interrogation.”
Her words made the two kneeling figures tremble in fear.
“Madam, spare us! After the noon rest, Sixth Miss insisted on going to the lotus pond to see the flowers. I couldn’t stop her, so I took her there. We played for a while in the pavilion. Sixth Miss got thirsty, so Shaoyao went to the kitchen to fetch some plum juice.
Later, Sixth Miss asked me to pick lotus flowers. I had just picked two when I heard a ‘splash’—then I saw that she had fallen into the pond,” Nanny Qin said, her face pale, her body shaking.
After hearing this, Madam Cui sneered. “So you’re saying none of you know how Sixth Miss fell into the pond?
Useless, cunning fools. I entrusted you with her care, yet you are this incompetent.
Men! Drag these two wretched servants away. Give each of them twenty lashes, then sell them off.”
Clearly, the answer did not satisfy her.
Meanwhile, inside an elegantly furnished room, a young girl in a pale pink dress lay unconscious on the bed, her face pale.
Her forehead was covered in sweat, her expression full of pain—it was clear she was suffering.
After regaining consciousness, Concubine Tian stayed by the bedside, unwilling to leave.
Inside the girl’s mind, two souls—one large and one small—were struggling against each other.
“Get out! Go away! Th-this is mine!” the smaller soul shouted tremblingly.
The larger soul stared at the little one in confusion.
Where is this? How did I end up here?
Wang Yutong looked around in bewilderment.
Wang Yutong—sole surviving heir of one of the last ancient martial arts families in the Dragon Nation—the Wang family.
A grandmaster who had cultivated ancient martial arts to the peak of the innate realm.
Unable to break through for a long time, she had been searching for an opportunity to advance to a higher level.
This time, she had heard that a mysterious ancient tomb had suddenly appeared deep within the Kunlun Mountains.
The head of the Fang family, Fang Shitang, invited her to explore the tomb together in search of opportunity.
To be honest, Wang Yutong hadn’t wanted to go. She didn’t believe much in the legends of Kunlun.
After years of searching all over the world with no results, she had nearly given up.
But Fang Shitang kept persuading her, and she thought she might as well take a look—perhaps there really was a chance for a breakthrough.
Not long after entering the tomb, they reached the main burial chamber.
There, danger struck. While opening the massive coffin, Fang Shitang accidentally triggered a mechanism.
Wang Yutong was hit by arrows. As she fell, her hand unconsciously grabbed onto something.
Then everything went black—and when she woke up, she was here.
“Hey, little one, who are you? Where is this?” Wang Yutong asked helplessly.
The small soul felt a flicker of anger.
This intruder was strange—she barged into its mind and then asked where this was?
Was she trying to fool a child?
But seeing that Wang Yutong was several times larger than her, the little soul trembled and said, “Th-this is my home…”
Wang Yutong froze. Looking carefully, she noticed something unusual.
She was actually inside the mind of a little girl with the same name.
Which meant… she had died in the tomb, and somehow her soul had entered this child’s body.
What kind of absurd situation was this?!
When others transmigrated, at least the original host was already dead before they entered!
But here, the original owner was still alive—so how did she get in?
Was she supposed to seize the body by force?
That didn’t follow the usual transmigration rules at all!