Chapter 2: I Actually Transmigrated!

Seven Profound Continents

In a dilapidated courtyard in the backyard of the Qing family estate, sounds of sorrowful weeping echoed. Ning’er leaned over a small bed, looking at the frail, disheveled figure lying upon it, crying as she called out.

"Miss, please don't die! Wake up, quickly! If you die, Ning’er will follow you; Ning’er..."

Ning’er continued her incessant, tearful pleas, but the person on the bed showed no signs of waking.

Qing Mei felt as if her head were being torn apart. She wanted to open her eyes to see what was happening, but her eyelids felt as heavy as if they had been glued shut with industrial-strength adhesive. Qing Mei remembered that she had been on a helicopter heading to a mission when they encountered a terrorist attack, forcing her to take the risk of jumping from the aircraft. After that, her mind went blank, and she knew nothing more.

Suddenly, fragments of memories forcibly surged into her mind, making the already throbbing Qing Mei feel even worse. Slowly, Qing Mei managed to digest these memories and reluctantly accepted the news that she had transmigrated. But... damn it, when others transmigrate, they become wealthy young ladies, loved and cherished by thousands, yet she had become the Fifth Miss, treated as an omen of bad luck since childhood. Although she possessed a beauty that could topple kingdoms, she was a "waste"—the girl who had tested for zero spiritual power at the age of five. When she was young, her mother, who loved her most, passed away from illness, and her father grew to loathe her because she was useless. The other descendants of the Qing family also treated her as a plaything, frequently coming to beat and bully her. All in all, this Fifth Miss of the Qing family had lived a truly miserable life, Qing Mei thought to herself.

However, since she, Qing Mei, had transmigrated into this body, she would ensure she lived well in this world!

Ning’er, by the bedside, was still crying, but she failed to notice the faint layer of light radiating from Qing Mei’s body.

After being unconscious for a day, Qing Mei finally woke up. Opening her eyes, the first things to come into view were the crude walls and ceiling. Turning her head, she saw Ning’er asleep by the side of the bed. In her memories, this Ning’er had been by her side since she was small and was incredibly loyal. The day before yesterday, after the Third Miss, Qing He, and the Sixth Miss, Qing Fu, had beaten and kicked her before pushing her into the lake, it was Ning’er who had risked her life to drag her out. But the original Qing Mei had already died by then, which was why she had transmigrated into this body.

Qing Mei moved slightly, and Ning’er woke up. Looking up and seeing that Qing Mei was alright, Ning’er threw her arms around her.

"Miss, Miss, you’re finally okay! You don’t know how worried I was. Before the Mistress passed away, she entrusted me to take good care of you, but not only did I fail to look after you, I couldn't even stop the Third Miss and the others from bullying you. It is Ning’er’s incompetence. If something had happened to you, I would have failed the Mistress."

Ning’er spoke to the Qing Mei before her while crying. Qing Mei looked at the girl, who was quite pretty, and reached out to wipe away Ning’er’s tears.

"Ning’er, from now on, I won't let us suffer anymore. As for Qing He and Qing Fu, I will teach them a lesson."

Upon hearing this, Ning’er became anxious.

"Miss, please don't be impulsive. You are no match for the Third Miss and the Sixth Miss; they are already Tier 3 Spirit Masters, but you..." Ning’er didn't finish the rest of her sentence. Qing Mei sneered.

"So what if they are Tier 3? I have my own ways of dealing with them."

Ning’er stared at her in astonishment. The Miss of the past was timid, always yielding to others and never daring to resist. How was it that the Miss now seemed like a completely different person? Qing Mei noticed the surprise in Ning’er’s eyes. "Don't worry, your Miss has thought things through while she was unconscious. I can no longer let others bully me. I, Qing Mei, am still myself." Hearing this, Ning’er felt relieved. "Miss must be hungry, right? Ning’er will go get some food." Ning’er turned and walked out.