Chapter 1: Transmigrating to Another World

Transmigrating to Another World

"Yi, what should we do? I saw it..." A small, youthful voice that sounded as if it had never broken with puberty carried a sense of anxiety. She had seen death, and it was for the four of them...

Yi stood silently on the beach. "Where is Mo? Tell her not to come." Since they had come this far, death was inevitable; therefore, the fewer of them, the better.

"It's too late." The sound of an airplane came from above.

Yi looked up at the sky, clutching a handful of black and white stones in her hand. "Get on the plane!"

The moment the explosion sounded, the black and white stones in her hand were scattered simultaneously. The eighteen black and white pieces surrounded the four sisters in the center. Just as the four lost consciousness from the force of the explosion, the pieces instantly emitted black and white light, forming a rotating Bagua in mid-air, tightly pulling their souls into it...

The wreckage of the plane fell, and the volcanic eruption ceased, but those black and white fish did not stop. They operated silently until a pair of jade-like hands appeared to collect them. A beauty, classical and ethereal as an immortal, appeared out of thin air: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, that girl Yi is indeed formidable... Truly worthy of being the disciple of my Wang Yiyi..."

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Glazed tiles, vermilion doors.

A curtain of rain hung lightly, and shadows flickered.

Two carriages drove through the curtain of rain, arriving unhurriedly before the main gate. Immediately, a line of young servants in green clothing holding oil-paper umbrellas formed a dry path leading straight to the carriages.

The carriage door opened, and a slender, fair hand reached out to take an umbrella. Before stepping down, the person turned back and spoke softly to comfort someone: "Be careful, Rou'er. The rain is heavy; I will carry you inside."

Then, a man and a woman, looking like immortals, stepped out of the carriage; as expected, he carried her inside.

The woman wore a light green gauze dress and appeared to be only twenty years old, charming as a blooming flower.

The door of the second carriage opened, and a six-year-old girl was carried out by her wet nurse. Naturally, others protected her thoroughly so that not a single drop of rain would touch her.

Inside the gates, as soon as the three of them came to a halt under the entrance, a large crowd of people immediately bowed deeply.

The two women, leading their respective children, bowed to the master of this manor. However, among so many people, not a single one stepped forward; they all bowed quietly and then waited in silence.

"The rain is so heavy; everyone return for now. Come to the main courtyard for dinner tonight." Leaving only that sentence, the man carried Rou'er and departed, with the little girl following behind.

The others raised no objections and followed their paths back to their respective rooms.

However, with so many people, it was inevitable that there would be some whispers, especially after those three had left.

"Mother, why does Father always take Lady Rou and Yu Yan out?" A ten-year-old girl in green pulled her mother's sleeve in confusion. Amidst the sound of the rain falling like pearls, her voice remained crisp.

"Be good, Luo'er. Let's go back to our room, and Mother will give you some white jade cake." The mother's voice was gentle as she pulled the little girl away.

Yi also followed her mother of this lifetime back to the courtyard where they currently resided, the Wu Courtyard.

The man at the gate just now was this body's father, named Zhu Tingxu. He was forty-two years old and had three concubines but no wife. It was said that he and the woman he had just carried, Lady Rou'er, were in love with one another; unfortunately, for unknown reasons, Rou'er had only become a concubine.