Chapter 2: [Consort Attack 002] Transmigrating to Another World

The moon was like flowing water, pouring over the vast continent. The night was as dark as ink, with only a few sparse, shattered stars. Under the moonlight, the manor, which appeared majestic and imposing during the day, was gradually stained with wisps of ivory white, appearing mysterious and unpredictable.

In the northeast corner tower, the lights were brightly lit. Layers of thin dust lay upon the emerald jade curtains, and the solid wood floor was painted with eerie red spider lilies in cinnabar. The room was filled with numerous jade carvings and decorations; the most eye-catching was the gold-leafed canopy bed from eastern Chuan on the west side. It was said that the bed frame was adorned with over three hundred grams of gold leaf, and the interior walls were decorated with the traditional "ice crackle" pattern, an interlocking mosaic with profound symbolism.

But no matter how luxurious the decorations, they could not change the tragic fate of its owner.

Nan Moyi, the sixth daughter of the Prime Minister, was deemed an ill omen from birth, having caused her biological mother's death. A year after her birth, she allegedly pushed her elder sister off a high building, shocking the entire clan. But who knew she had been framed? This poor girl had been viewed as a thorn in everyone's side since childhood; she had no love from her father or mother, was mocked as a mute and deaf, and was treated as the shame of the family.

Yet, for some unknown reason, the current Empress Dowager held her in immense favor, adopting her as an official daughter and marrying her off to a Prince, which only incited further jealousy in others. However, no one expected that upon marrying into this place, she would be cast aside into this corner of a cold pavilion, still left with no one to care for her.

Three days ago, Nan Moyi drank some bird's nest porridge sent by one of the Prince's concubines, and she had not woken up since.

Lying on this brightly lit bed, a massive influx of information surged into Nan Moyi's brain, causing her mouth to twitch from the pain.

The Cangming Continent was divided among four powers: the Gaonan Kingdom in the southwest, the Qin Zheng Kingdom in the southeast, the Shan Zhao Kingdom in the northeast, and the Liu He Kingdom in the northwest. Gaonan possessed the most abundant mineral resources, Shan Zhao had the most fertile soil, Liu He had the largest population, and as for the Qin Zheng Kingdom, its greatest characteristic was perhaps that it was the only matriarchal nation on this continent.

The leader of the Gaonan Kingdom was a matriarchal nation? You've got to be kidding me!

Struggling to prop herself up and sit on the bed, she looked around with bewildered eyes. The environment in this room was extremely ancient; the most luxurious piece of furniture was the very bed she was lying on. Aside from that, let alone electrical appliances, there wasn't even a single lightbulb.

Looking down at the colorful, strange clothes on her body, her beautiful brows knitted tightly together. Such an ancient style... these weren't her clothes; her taste wasn't this poor.

Ancient costume? She never owned any ancient-style clothing. Could it be... she had transmigrated?

Something seemed to be pressed beneath her hand. Nan Moyi looked down and picked it up, freezing instantly. It was a small, circular white jade pendant, crafted from high-quality Hetian jade and hollow-carved with two magnolia flowers.

Wasn't this Huo'er's jade pendant? Why was it here?

Closing her eyes to think for a moment, unfamiliar memories surged into her mind again. The owner of this body was also named Nan Moyi, the legitimate Princess Consort of the Third Prince of the Gaonan Kingdom. And these clothes... it seemed one of the Prince's concubines had told the original Nan Moyi that the Prince liked women with bright, floral beauty, so the original Nan Moyi had dressed herself like this.

As the legitimate Princess Consort, she lived in the most remote, cold pavilion of the manor, and aside from the first few days of her marriage, she had never seen her husband again.

The Third Prince of Gaonan, Cheng Nan Ye, right...

You motherfucker...

For some reason, the perimeter of the canopy bed was lined with candles, looking like a funeral hall, as if mocking Nan Moyi's death...

Nan Moyi reached out and looked at her fingers, moving them. Though they were slender and fair, they felt somewhat weak and frail. Glancing toward the corner of the room, she saw a bronze mirror, so she climbed down from the bed, her muscles still aching faintly.

The person in the mirror had fair skin, captivating narrow eyes, a nose as smooth as goose fat, and enchanting red lips. Most distinctive of all was the red mole by her right eye. At this moment, the person in the mirror showed signs of a darkened forehead, a symptom of poisoning.

Looking at this enchanting face that was identical to her previous life yet filled with deep sorrow, Nan Moyi felt even more infuriated. In a few swift movements, she stripped off her clothes and threw them out of the pavilion, then took all the candles in the room and tossed them out as well. The fabric ignited instantly upon contact with the candlelight, sending billowing black smoke straight into the sky. The corners of Nan Moyi's mouth curled up, and her gaze turned sharp. It seemed this poor girl with the same name had suffered quite a lot.

Should she do something about this?

[Next chapter: That's right, it's time to go slaughter the bitch who bullied Nan Moyi~]