When Ye Anran got up at night, she noticed Li Zhaodi sneaking toward the backyard and decided to follow her.
Seeing Li Zhaodi heading for the well, Ye Anran’s mind immediately pieced it together—poison!
Li Zhaodi’s intentions were truly malicious, but Ye Anran tested her own powers—dealing with Li Zhaodi was no problem at all.
With a flick of her tiny hand, vines shot up from all directions, first blocking Li Zhaodi’s mouth.
The vines forced their way into her mouth, completely stuffing it.
Then the vines bound Li Zhaodi’s body tightly. Ye Anran quietly opened the backyard gate…
Tonight, the moon shone unusually bright, illuminating everything as if it were daylight.
Silently, she followed behind Li Zhaodi as they walked up the hill.
At first, Li Zhaodi’s mind was dazed, but as they climbed higher, sheer terror overtook her.
She turned her head to see the small figure following her, and panic set in.
“This little girl… she’s not human! She’s a monster! A monster!”
The word “monster” repeated endlessly in Li Zhaodi’s mind.
Once they reached the top, Ye Anran flicked her hand and the vines suddenly vanished.
Li Zhaodi fell to the ground in fright, trying to run, but her legs shook uncontrollably—she couldn’t stand.
“You… you’re not the little girl, are you? Who are you? Are you a monster? Did you inhabit the little girl’s body?”
Ye Anran nodded.
“Exactly. That little girl of yours… you beat her to death yourself! So cruel, tsk tsk tsk.
“She probably wasn’t even your biological child, right?”
Hearing this, Li Zhaodi visibly faltered.
Ye Anran immediately realized: the little girl wasn’t Li Zhaodi’s own child.
From the memories of the little girl, Ye Anran knew that although the Wang family didn’t favor their daughter, Wang Cuihua wouldn’t have tortured both grandchildren to death.
Wang Dalin was a coward. He followed his mother’s lead and treated the daughters indifferently.
But Li Zhaodi? She was cruel, striking the little girl whenever she pleased. The older daughter, though not favored, was not starved or abused.
So Ye Anran immediately suspected—the little girl was probably not Li Zhaodi’s biological child.
Step by step, Ye Anran approached Li Zhaodi, who trembled like a leaf.
“Don’t come near me! The little girl must be mine! My life has been miserable! I take it out on her, please… I know I was wrong.
“I swear I won’t reveal your identity. Please… just spare me!”
Li Zhaodi begged, clutching the packet of powder tightly.
Ye Anran noticed it.
“What’s that in your hand? Poison, isn’t it?”
Li Zhaodi shivered but remained silent. Ye Anran didn’t rush.
With a flick of her hand, vines twisted together, forming the shape of a chair.
Ye Anran sat down on it, calmly watching Li Zhaodi.
“I have the strength and means. If you don’t confess, you might as well taste a little pain first.”
She pointed a hand, and one vine pierced Li Zhaodi’s shoulder.
Li Zhaodi’s face turned pale, sweat streaming down her forehead.
She realized that if she wanted to survive, she had to tell the truth. If not, Ye Anran’s powers could torment her to death.
“Just tell me your identity… can I go free if I confess? I’ll leave Wangjia Village and never appear before you again!”
Ye Anran looked down at her.
“Still not speaking? My patience is limited.”
Li Zhaodi hurriedly confessed:
“The little girl isn’t mine. My second pregnancy had the fetus in the wrong position. Near delivery, I couldn’t give birth.
“Wang Dalin took me in a wooden cart to the largest city clinic. At the entrance, the place was swarming with people.
“They brought out a wealthy woman near delivery. Perhaps due to a bumpy journey, she triggered labor. The doctor treated both of us, but he was careless. My little daughter cried only twice and died.
“The rich woman gave birth to a chubby girl. Her husband held the mother and child, praising them endlessly. I was filled with hatred!
“Since it was nighttime, Dalin was stuck outside. I carried the poor girl’s corpse, thanked the rich woman and her husband, and left.
“Later, I sneaked back through a window and took the child. She wasn’t mine, so how could I really care for her? Now you know the little girl’s true identity.
“Though I possessed her body, I could live well using her identity. After taking her, soldiers searched everywhere for the newborn girl. Luckily, no one knew my child had died, so the rich woman’s child became my second daughter!”
Li Zhaodi revealed everything, hoping Ye Anran would spare her.
“Please… just let me go! The little girl’s true identity is extraordinary. You could live a better life! I’ve told you everything, so please spare me.”
Ye Anran snorted.
“A wicked woman like you should pay for what you did to the little girl.
“You were jealous, malicious, and couldn’t bear to see her succeed. That little girl came through so much hardship, yet you stole her.
“You harmed a whole family, and now you have the nerve to ask for mercy? Ridiculous.”
Ye Anran lashed out with her vines. They pierced Li Zhaodi’s body relentlessly.
Li Zhaodi was pierced through like a sieve. Ye Anran, using her wood-based abilities, then threw her body deep into the mountains.
It wouldn’t take long for wild beasts to finish what was left.
Ye Anran patted her small hands and quickly headed home.
Meanwhile, lights blazed through the Ye household. Ye Laopo was sitting in the center of the courtyard, crying and wailing.
“My precious little one! Where are you? Don’t scare your grandmother!”
Other family members had just gotten dressed, ready to split up and search.
Ye Anran emerged from the backyard and called out,
“Grandma!”
Ye Laopo heard her voice, turned, and saw Ye Anran coming. She ran forward in a rush, holding her tightly.
“My dear heart, you scared your grandmother! Why weren’t you in the outhouse?”
Tears streamed down uncontrollably.
Ye Anran quickly comforted her.
“Grandma, I’m fine. I just didn’t like the smell in the outhouse, so I went out back… that’s why I’m late.”