Chapter 5: Prelude: Those Who Bully Her Shall Perish [Part 2]

At noon, the moment when the sunlight was at its strongest, An Mujin sat in the An family's backyard pavilion with her eyes tightly closed.

She wore a light blue dress layered with a pure white veil. Her long hair, reaching down to her waist, draped slightly over the stone bench due to her seated position. Her exquisite face was pale, yet tinged with a hint of a flush, and her long eyelashes fluttered gently with the passing breeze.

A faint light emanated from An Mujin's body; if one were not observing closely, it would be impossible to notice at all.

At this moment, she was absorbing spiritual energy, becoming one with the plants and converting the vitality of the flora into her own power.

In her past life, she had wielded wood-elemental abilities with ease.

But things were not as they once were. Having traveled through time, Heaven had granted her rebirth, and she had to make up for the loss of her previous abilities.

When necessary, she would also need to make herself even stronger.

In her world, she alone would be the ruler; she could never allow anyone else to take control.

...

An Mujin took a deep breath, the flush on her face becoming more pronounced.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the surroundings, and the leaves on the trees instantly drifted down to An Mujin's feet.

*Slap.*

Accompanied by the crisp, loud sound of a slap, An Mujin's eyes opened slightly, her gaze as calm as still water.

"You lowly wench! You dared to collide with this young lady and still act so insolently!"

Looking from a distance through a large tree, one could see An Jinmo with one hand on her hip and the other pointing at Qing'er's nose, cursing loudly.

She was fair and beautiful, though perhaps due to her anger, her features were slightly contorted.

The entire person seemed to have transformed from a graceful young lady into a willful shrew.

"Third Young Lady, I... I didn't do it on purpose." Qing'er fell to the ground, kneeling in a disheveled manner before An Jinmo. She held her reddened cheek with one hand while hurriedly picking up the fallen pastries with the other; her tone as she spoke to An Jinmo was even tinged with panic.

Those were the snacks she had worked so hard to obtain for An Mujin, and they were about to be ruined.

"Lowly wench! You bumped into this young lady, and you even dare to be half-hearted when apologizing to me!"

Seeing Qing'er being so disrespectful before her, An Jinmo's anger grew even more intense.

She was nothing more than a useless maid; what right did she have to be so arrogant in front of her?

An Jinmo kicked Qing'er aside. As if feeling that it still wasn't enough to vent her anger, she looked down at the pastries on the ground with a flash of disdain in her eyes, and she reached out her foot to unceremoniously crush them.