Chapter 1: What kind of insane plot twist is this?!

Chapter One: What kind of divine plot twist is this?! It hurts...

My whole body hurts...

As Zhan Xiaojiu's consciousness returned, she felt a pain as if her entire body had been crushed!

Especially her chest; the pain was heart-wrenching!

"Waaaah... Miss, you died such a tragic death! Miss, in your next life... you have to grow eyes!"

Holy crap!

Since when did she not have eyes?!

This bout of wailing and howling almost made Zhan Xiaojiu snap. She opened her eyes hazily, bared her teeth, and growled low, "Shut the hell up!"

"Ah... G-g-g-ghost... A ghost..."

Zhan Xiaojiu's eyelids lifted a crack, revealing a face covered in terror. The girl was weeping incessantly, her soul shaken, retreating non-stop!

"Ghost my ass! If you keep wailing like a banshee, I'll skin you alive!"

Huh?!

Zhan Xiaojiu suddenly froze, feeling a strange sensation for some reason!

She knit her beautiful dark brows and stared stiffly once more, instantly becoming bewildered!

Before her was a girl covered in snot and tears, wearing a pink cross-collar dress—ancient clothing, no less; her hair was styled in two sheep-horn buns, with two stalks of foxtail grass stuck in them respectively... Shit?!

The nerves at the corner of Zhan Xiaojiu's mouth twitched like she was having an epileptic seizure as she stared at her!

Looking further past the little girl...

Carved rosewood tables and chairs, misty ink wash paintings, colorful glazed ornaments, and translucent pink corridor curtains—it was magnificent and dazzling!

"Mi... Miss, you're not dead?"

Dead...

Dazed, Zhan Xiaojiu tried to sit up, but her arms had no strength at all. The back of her head hit the jade pillow with a 'thud,' making her grimace in pain!

Damn heavens, what kind of divine plot twist is this?!

Wasn't she just having tea and chatting with that group of old men!

Um... the sun was scorching at the time, and then... she seemed to have suffered heatstroke!

Zhan Xiaojiu stared blankly at the dancing tassels of the canopy above her head, including the translucent pink curtains that swayed with the breeze from outside the door, looking like graceful young ladies beckoning to her!

"Miss..."

Zhan Xiaojiu stared blankly at the little girl and cleared her throat, "Where is this?"

"Waaaah... Miss, what's wrong with you? It's all the Second Prince's fault! If he hadn't ridden his horse and injured you, you wouldn't be like this!

Miss, it's so good that you're not dead! You must never provoke the Second Prince again!

He doesn't like you at all, otherwise you wouldn't have been kicked unconscious by his horse! Miss..."

As the little girl sobbed and rambled, Zhan Xiaojiu nearly lost her breath!

Kicked unconscious by a horse?!

Holy crap, no wonder her chest hurt so much!

Zhan Xiaojiu eagerly shifted her gaze to her own chest. It was so high it reached the clouds, but she suspected it wasn't natural; it was likely swollen from being kicked!

It hurt so much!

"Stop crying! Help me up!"

Zhan Xiaojiu was sulking because she had already accepted a fact: this body was not hers at all!

Why?!

Because she was born flat-chested! Like a rough man!

So, how could she possibly have skin as smooth as congealed jade and such magnificent breasts!

"Miss, slow down! You're still bleeding from your stomach!"

What?!

With the girl's help, Zhan Xiaojiu finally managed to sit up. But when she looked down, she saw a knife still stuck in her stomach!

Holy shit!

"Who... who did this?"