The pungent smell of medicine filled the air, suffocating and sharp.
Su Hua suddenly opened her eyes, a wave of nausea surging from her stomach.
She cursed inwardly: Damn it! Who in the world used such low-quality herbs to brew this medicine?
After regaining some composure, she looked around. The room was steeped in classical elegance, yet it was extremely simple—there wasn’t a single decent decoration in sight.
Suddenly, Su Hua realized: she was no longer on the private plane she had been riding.
Where… was this?
Boom! A violent explosion echoed in her mind.
Damn it! She, a top assassin of a secret organization in the 23rd century, skilled in both medicine and poison, was supposed to be returning from a mission—but the plane exploded, reducing her to nothing but bones.
In an instant, memories that weren’t hers flooded into her mind.
Su Hua? She hadn’t expected to transmigrate into a strange world called “Tianlan,” taking over the body of a girl with the same name—the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister of the Cangfeng Empire.
The original girl’s birth mother had died early.
Her grandmother never cared for her, her father didn’t love her, and her stepmother was treacherous, constantly setting traps for her.
Her fiancé had broken the engagement and was even colluding with her younger sister.
This time, the original girl fell into a lotus pond and nearly drowned.
But in truth, someone had pushed her—without a doubt, her stepmother’s doing. After all, killing the legitimate daughter would secure her own children’s place in the family.
Now that she had arrived, revenge would be hers.
Those who had bullied and persecuted her would pay—tenfold, a hundredfold!
Su Hua propped herself up, feeling incredibly weak. The aftereffects of near-drowning, combined with years of poor nutrition, left her body barely meeting even basic human health standards.
To regain the peak condition of her past life, she first had to restore her body.
She rubbed her throbbing head, still aching from the pungent smell of the medicine that filled the room.
Suddenly, deep in her spiritual consciousness, a translucent white jade vial appeared, looking entirely real.
In her previous life, she had once discovered an inheritance from the Ancient Medical Sect in a secret cave in the mountains and had found a similar jade vial. She always felt it was extraordinary and kept it close.
Now, this jade vial in her consciousness looked identical—or perhaps it was the same one—had it traveled with her through the transmigration?
As she pondered this, her surroundings shifted drastically.
The jade vial now floated in midair, covered in obscure and mystical inscriptions.
From its mouth, like a spring, flowed an endless stream of living water, forming a small, clear pool below.
Just by looking at it, she could tell this was no ordinary water.
Su Hua crouched and scooped a handful, drinking deeply.
It was sweet!
Immediately, she felt a force coursing through her limbs, cleansing her body of weakness.
Within moments, the fatigue and frailty that had plagued her vanished. Her mind cleared, and her body felt incredible.
She realized this spring water was extraordinary—far beyond her expectations.
As she marveled at it, a wave of countless herbal fragrances reached her.
Earlier, she had been too focused on the vial and water to notice the surrounding fields of rare medicinal herbs.
From healing herbs to poisonous plants, the varieties were endless, all precious and rare.
Even more astonishingly, some herbs were so unfamiliar that, despite her extensive knowledge of the Ancient Medical Sect, she could not recognize them—but she knew they must be exceptional, their effects simply unknown for now.
Su Hua was overjoyed. She had heard of legendary spatial treasures, said to contain boundless mysteries. She had thought such tales fanciful—but this jade vial clearly held such secrets.
Its potential was immense, but there was no need to rush. For now, it was better to return to the room before anyone outside noticed her absence.
With this thought, Su Hua returned to the simple bed in the room.
Though the original girl’s circumstances were harsh, Su Hua’s own life experience, combined with this spatial treasure, meant that even in this strange world, she could thrive.
The room was silent until suddenly, scolding voices came from outside.
“Wandering in the garden and falling into the lotus pond? What bad luck! That little brat should’ve just died already! Where is she? Where has she gone?”
Based on the original girl’s memories, Su Hua recognized the voices as the stepmother Zhu’s maid, Granny Sun.
The original girl had never been favored in the Prime Minister’s Mansion, and this woman, backed by Zhu, had always been cruel to her and those around her.
Now, she had come to confirm whether the girl was truly dead.
Heh! Su Hua sneered inwardly.
They had staged this drama, thinking she was unlucky—but now, she was no longer the delicate young lady to be toyed with.
Very well.
She would use these scheming servants as her first target, collecting a little “interest” for the original girl’s suffering.
Just as she was about to get out of bed, two figures—a young woman and an older maid—hurried in, faces full of worry.
Her eyes fell on them: they were the original girl’s personal attendants, Granny Xia and Yun Shuang.
Because of the original girl, they had suffered in the Prime Minister’s Mansion, yet they had never betrayed her.
They were genuinely loyal.
Seeing her awake and able to get out of bed, both were shocked and overjoyed.
The girl had been unconscious for three days after nearly drowning; the doctors had said there was no hope, yet they had refused to believe it.
“Blessed by the true immortal Bodhisattva, blessed by the true immortal Bodhisattva! Miss, you’ve finally woken up,” Granny Xia murmured.
Yun Shuang hurried over, emotional. “Miss, you’ve finally woken! You scared us so much. Granny was right—it must be the Bodhisattva’s protection that saved you.”
Su Hua looked at them and said, “It’s fine. I’m awake and unhurt. Don’t worry.”
She truly was fine—but the girl they knew, the original Miss, they would never see again.
Su Hua thought: with this fate, I will live well for your Miss. Rest assured, I will protect you too.
Outside, the scolding grew louder. “Has everyone in this courtyard died?!”
Granny Xia and Yun Shuang exchanged a glance. Granny Xia said to Su Hua, “Miss, though you are awake, you are still weak. You should rest. Let us deal with things outside.”
Su Hua knew full well that “deal with” meant being insulted and beaten by those vile servants.
She stopped Granny Xia and said firmly, “If I can get out of bed, it means my body is strong. In this mansion, the three of us—mistress and servants—will face anything together. From now on, no one will ever be able to bully us.”
Granny Xia, older and wiser, had seen more than Yun Shuang.
Seeing the determination in Su Hua’s eyes, so different from before, she hesitated. “Miss, you…”
“I’m fine. Perhaps after a visit to the underworld, as you said, the Bodhisattva’s blessing has turned misfortune into fortune,” Su Hua said with a relaxed smile, standing and heading toward the door. She told Yun Shuang, “Move a chair to the corridor outside.”
Yun Shuang, innocent and loyal, thought of nothing else. As long as Miss was well, she was content. “Yes!” she said, moving the chair and following Su Hua.