Chapter 2: Since You Are Here, Make Yourself at Home

Qing Kui froze, then hurriedly waved her hands. "Shh, Fourth Miss, keep your voice down. It wasn't easy to get the Nanny away. I have to go over to the Three-Way Intersection to wash clothes in a little while." After a pause, she looked at Tang Wan with some confusion. "Fourth Miss, I am Qing Kui. You... you weren't beaten stupid by the First Madam, were you?"

"..."

Tang Wan's expression darkened, and her heart raced. What on earth was this little brat talking about? She looked down at her hands, then at her body, and suddenly snapped back to her senses. Something was wrong. She had clearly jumped into the sea to die together with that man who had betrayed her and tried to take her life. Right now, she should be... dead. How could she...

"Miss? Fourth Miss?"

Seeing her staring blankly, Qing Kui grew anxious. Had she really been beaten senseless by the Madam and the Eldest Miss?

Tang Wan pinched herself in disbelief. *Hiss*, it hurt...

This wasn't a dream. So... she had transmigrated?

But where to?

Looking at her body again, her brow furrowed even deeper. Damn, when she jumped into the sea to die with that man, she was 25. Now, looking at this body, it was so tender it could practically drip water; at most, she was fifteen.

Tang Wan pressed a hand to her forehead. Damn, transmigrating into a minor was just too much to handle.

Her mind raced through dozens of different paths, but who was she? A gold-medal female special agent and top-tier pharmacist of the 21st century. Since she was living again, she would absolutely never be deceived or betrayed again.

Since she was here, she might as well make the best of it.

In an instant, Tang Wan calmed herself. She looked up at the nervous, anxious, and helpless Qing Kui beside her, curled her lips into a faint smile, leaned weakly into her embrace, and blinked. "Hi, Qing Kui."

Qing Kui was stunned by this sudden, trendy way of greeting. Before she could even react, Tang Wan had reached out to take the medicinal soup she had been holding and gulped it down in one go. Qing Kui was even more terrified: "Miss, you, you, you... you actually drank it all just like that?"

Tang Wan pursed her lips, handed the empty bowl back to her, and arched an eyebrow. "What, did you poison this young lady?"

"No, no..." Qing Kui hurriedly raised her hands to swear, looking as if she were about to cry from the weight of the accusation. "How could Qing Kui poison the Fourth Miss? No, no, I didn't..."

Tang Wan shrugged and, in a gesture of camaraderie, patted her shoulder. "If you didn't poison it, then why are you panicking?"

"But... but doesn't the Fourth Miss usually hate bitter medicine the most? Qing Kui even brought you brown sugar..." Qing Kui hurriedly pulled a small piece of sugar, carefully wrapped in silk cloth, from her pocket.

Tang Wan could tell her voice carried genuine concern; she was truly worried about her. Tang Wan felt a warmth in her heart and gave a shallow smile. "You won't need to from now on. What kind of bitterness is this? In the future, I'll have to swallow much more bitterness all by myself. If I can't even handle this, am I even human?"

Qing Kui opened her mouth, but the words were stuck. She felt that the Fourth Miss was different somehow, but she couldn't put her finger on it...

Tang Wan pointed to the ointment she had brought and asked Qing Kui to help. Qing Kui, still looking a bit dazed, took the ointment and began applying it to her. Tang Wan lay on the wooden board, her mind beginning to analyze the situation carefully.

Hearing Qing Kui call her by her title, no matter how poorly she was doing, she was supposed to be a young lady of a noble family. But looking at this room, it had nothing; it was even worse than a woodshed. At least a woodshed had firewood and a stove. This broken room only had a single piece of moldy wood for her to lie on. Good grief, what kind of "noble lady" treatment was this?

Recalling the conversation between Nanny Rong and Qing Kui outside just now, Tang Wan clearly grasped several clues. She was lying here half-dead because she had been beaten—and she had been beaten like this because she refused to marry a profligate who had contracted a venereal disease. Furthermore, she seemed to be unwelcome in this Tang Clan. Otherwise, why would that Nanny say she was—what was it, "the Fourth Miss is just a waste, with no spiritual power at all, and her spiritual root was broken even before she was born; when did the Tang Clan ever produce such a thing?"

So, she concluded: she was being bullied here because she lacked spiritual power and a spiritual root?

The hell with that! What kind of things were those?

As she pondered deeply, Tang Wan felt a sharp pain in her head. The memories remaining in this body surged toward her like a tidal wave.