Ziling opened her eyes and found herself lying on a worn-out bed. Wasn’t she performing a surgery just now? How did she end up in a bed?
And this room wasn’t her small two-bedroom apartment that she had spent three years’ savings to buy either.
What’s going on?
A wave of dizziness hit her, and a flood of unfamiliar memories surfaced.
The owner of this body was the legitimate daughter of the Marquis’ household, also named Ziling, fifteen years old. Because she refused the marriage arranged by her stepmother and scumbag father—to a crippled young general of the General’s Mansion—she had jumped into a river to end her life.
She… transmigrated?
A modern medical PhD like me, and I start off as a bullied noble girl who just jumped into a river?
Her stomach growled loudly.
Ziling thought, this original owner was really foolish. Even if you wanted to die, you should at least die with a full stomach—she hadn’t eaten anything for two days.
She decided to go find something to eat when something on her wrist flickered.
It was the bracelet left by her mother—it was still on her wrist.
A thought flashed through her mind.
What the—?!
The place she was standing in turned into a modern supermarket, filled with all kinds of goods.
Could this be the legendary spatial dimension?
She wasn’t sure if these things could be taken out, so she picked up her favorite instant hotpot and, with a thought, returned to the room just now.
Sure enough—it worked.
She could bring things out.
First, she would eat her favorite self-heating hotpot, then sleep and recover her strength. She definitely didn’t want to die on her first day here.
But just as she fell asleep—
The door was pushed open from the outside.
A fat, flamboyantly dressed middle-aged woman walked in, saying to an old servant beside her coldly, “Hmph, since she’s not dead, quickly put her into the wedding dress. The bridal escort will arrive soon.”
From the original owner’s memories, Ziling recognized her immediately—this was her vicious stepmother.
In the original memory, this marriage should have belonged to her stepsister, Ziyan.
How could such a good marriage to the General’s Mansion possibly fall to a daughter who had lost her mother and was not favored?
It was because the scumbag father had received news that the general’s family was about to be framed and exiled. The stepmother didn’t want her own daughter to suffer, so she forced the legitimate daughter to marry in her place.
Ziling stood up and walked straight toward her stepmother.
“If I’m to marry, fine—but where is my mother’s dowry? I don’t see anything my mother left for me.”
A figure stepped out from behind the stepmother.
“You still want a dowry? Father said all those things are mine. You don’t deserve a single thing.”
It was Ziyan—the stepsister who was about 160 cm tall, wearing a lake-blue fitted long robe. Her appearance was fairly delicate, but she had always enjoyed bullying the original owner.
Before she could continue speaking, Ziling slapped her.
“Ha. The original owner was weak and timid, but I am not. This slap is for her.”
The strike was fast and ruthless. Ziyan was stunned, her face immediately swelling red as she clutched her cheek and screamed in disbelief, “How dare you hit me!”
She tried to rush forward, but the stepmother quickly stopped her. Her eyes were full of malice.
“Good! You little wretch, daring to hit someone. Today you must marry no matter what!”
Ziling sneered, arms crossed.
“You want me to marry? Not so easy. My mother’s dowry must be returned to me, or I won’t marry. I don’t mind making this public and letting everyone see your ugly behavior.”
The stepmother and Ziyan’s expressions changed.
They hadn’t expected the usually timid Ziling to be so forceful.
After a moment of weighing the situation, the stepmother gritted her teeth.
“Fine. We’ll give you the dowry—but you must immediately put on the wedding clothes and leave with the bridal procession.”
Ziling smiled faintly, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.
“That’s more like it. But I need to properly dress up too—I can’t just get married so casually.”