Chapter 2: 002 How Can You Do This!

"Fourth Miss, please, hurry and get up! The Eldest Miss has returned first, while the Master and Mistress are still on their way!"

"Fourth Miss, what is wrong with you? Get up quickly, we must flee for our lives!"

"Fourth Miss, there’s no time! The Eldest Miss is back; this matter will surely be exposed!"

...

These anxious voices kept ringing in Murong Wei’s ears. The disturbance gave her a splitting headache. She wanted to open her eyes, but she felt utterly drained of strength, her eyelids heavy as lead.

She couldn't understand what these voices were saying at all. "Fourth Miss," "Eldest Miss"—these terms felt so distant to her.

She had been an orphan since childhood, adopted by an old master and confined to a deserted island for training. At thirteen, she escaped the jaws of a tiger, left the island, and entered the world of assassins. Ten years had passed since then; she was twenty-three.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced her fingertip, pulling her scattered consciousness back together. She snapped her eyes open, but the sight that met them made her freeze instantly.

This... this... what kind of place was this!

"Fourth Miss, you’re finally awake! Hurry and pack up. The Eldest Miss is still at the main estate, but she will come to this villa by tonight. We still have time to escape." The old nanny beside her spoke, hurriedly bringing over some clothes.

Murong Wei looked at her pricked finger, then at the old nanny. Her heart grew increasingly terrified. The nanny was dressed in simple, dark-colored ancient clothing, her hair styled in a complex fashion, and her wrinkled face was etched with anxiety.

"Oh my, Fourth Miss, have you been frightened out of your wits or what? Get up quickly!" the old nanny urged again.

"You... I... that... who are you?" Murong Wei asked timidly. Her hand moved instinctively, naturally resting on her protruding, swollen belly, though at this moment, she hadn't yet realized what she was touching.

"Fourth Miss... what has gotten into you today?" The old nanny finally noticed that something was wrong with Murong Wei.

"No, no, who am I... wait, no. What is this place... that’s not right either! I meant to ask... ask, ask, why are you in such a hurry!"

Murong Wei’s words shifted as the old nanny’s expression changed. Adaptability was a basic skill for every assassin. Although this sudden turn of events was far too intense for her, she managed to calm herself down quickly.

A very cliché term came to mind: yes, "transmigration"!

"Fourth Miss, this old servant is saying that the Eldest Miss has arrived at the estate. She will come to the villa to see you either tonight or tomorrow!" the old nanny said, enunciating every word clearly.

"Ah... what should we do?" Murong Wei suddenly began to panic as well. She didn't know how this Fourth Miss had offended the Eldest Miss, only that it was likely a case of the legitimate daughter needing a substitute for a marriage alliance ordered by the Emperor, and wanting to use the illegitimate daughter as a pawn.

In any case, she was the Fourth Miss now; she had to follow the old nanny’s lead and act panicked so as not to reveal any flaws.

Acting was her specialty.

Murong Wei even stood up in a fright, ready to bolt out the door.

However, the moment she took a step, she stopped abruptly, her body stiffening, staring straight ahead with a look of utter shock.

"Fourth Miss, be careful! The child in your belly was only saved with great difficulty. You’re due to give birth in a few days; nothing can go wrong now. If something happens, it will be two lives lost!" The old nanny’s tone was stern. She pulled Murong Wei back, efficiently poured a cup of water, and added, "Fourth Miss, drink some water first. Pack up your valuables yourself in a moment; I’ve already packed the rest of the luggage. I’m going out to see if the carriage driver has arrived. Do not wander off. As soon as the driver arrives, we’re leaving."

Murong Wei took the cup and nodded mechanically. It wasn't until the old nanny closed the door with a creak that she finally regained her senses.

She remained stiff, her body moving like a robot as she looked down. She could even hear the *click-clack* of her own cervical vertebrae.

What had she seen?

A protruding, swollen belly! Just as the nanny said, she was on the verge of labor!

Heavens, this was a cruel joke. She had transmigrated into a pregnant woman, and one about to give birth at that.

Wait!

There was one very important, very critical question!

Murong Wei slowly lifted her head, filled with endless lamentation, "Who is the father of this child?!"