Chapter 2: The Useless Second Young Lady

The Northern Ming Continent.

The afterglow faded layer by layer, and the last wisp of rosy light quietly exhausted itself. A full moon hung in the western sky, hazy and poetic.

Mu Lingbo’s head throbbed with a splitting pain, as if her entire being had suffered a massive impact.

How could she be here? Wasn't there a car accident?

Dammit, it must have been that woman. She must have tampered with her brakes, which is why she happened to appear in the parking lot at that exact moment.

So where was she now? Could this be hell?

Under the shroud of the cold, pale glow, this dizziness felt like a dream.

Amidst the chaos, she vaguely saw the silhouette of a person's face. The soft lines were breathtakingly beautiful, as if plated in silver by the moonlight, appearing like a deity.

Those cold, sharp eyes were as dark as ink and as deep as a pool, seemingly capable of sucking out one's soul, yet deep within them burned a cluster of flame, wicked and demonic...

Before she could think further, she collapsed into unconsciousness.

The night was as cold as water, and all was silent.

As if a gust of cool wind had passed by, "Master!"

A dark shadow appeared like a ghost, followed immediately by a longsword being drawn from its sheath. Under the cold moon, the blade pointed toward the woman on the ground like a streak of flowing light.

"There is no need. She has been poisoned; she will not survive." The man's breathing was ragged. "This place is not suitable for a long stay. Take me away quickly."

In the blink of an eye, silence returned once more.

Mu Lingbo lay half-dead on the ground, her entire body aching as if it had been crushed. She struggled to open a sliver of an eye, and what blurredly entered her vision was actually a tombstone.

The tombstone stood cold, solemn, and silent before her, bathed in moonlight.

The characters drawn in cinnabar were the color of fresh blood—*Tomb of Beloved Wife, Mu Qingyou.*

Mother...

That word suddenly popped into her mind.

In an instant, it was as if a blinding white light crashed into her brain, and she fainted again.

She remained unconscious for three whole days.

During that time, someone pulled at her in a panic, crying out "Miss," while others hurled biting insults, calling her shameless.

Though she lay in a deep sleep, she heard every word and etched them into her mind.

Three days later.

Late at night, in the Kingdom of Ziwu.

On an unnamed small hill outside the city, a sense of slaughter permeated an inconspicuous small Taoist temple; the cold moonlight and frost extended all the way into the room.

An old candlestick sat on a desk, its flickering light illuminating the dying woman on the bed. Her mediocre face was ashen and colorless, her entire being so haggard she seemed as if she would shatter at a touch.

"I didn't expect there to be such an expert by the Second Miss's side."

A woman covered in blood blocked the doorway. "As long as I, Yunniang, am alive, don't even think about hurting the Miss again."

"Apologies, but today we must take the life of the Fu family's Second Miss," an assassin's voice said, icy and cold.

Yunniang laughed out of sheer rage. "Then give it a try!"

Amidst the flashes of blades and swords, a string of blood droplets splashed onto the woman's forehead. No one noticed that the woman, who had been unconscious for three days, suddenly snapped her eyes open.

The eyes that were originally sorrowful and lifeless instantly flashed with a light entirely different from before. And this plain, unremarkable face seemed to transform into that of another person the moment she opened her eyes.

She really... had died, yet she had been reborn through this body.

The Kingdom of Ziwu, the Fu family's Second Miss, a martial arts waste, that mysterious night...

The memories that had occupied her mind over the past three days were not dreams, but the entire past of this body.

She had been reborn as a young lady of a prestigious family who was frustrated by her own lack of ambition, allowing herself to be manipulated and bullied—the family's one and only martial arts waste.

Despite being such a waste, she had been handpicked since childhood to be the future Crown Princess, making her a target for everyone.

With a face as mediocre as a passerby and a cowardly, incompetent personality, the favored children of heaven had naturally never given her a second glance.

Because the Fu family's Second Miss was a massive joke, and no one in the Fu family was willing to acknowledge her.

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