Chapter 1 The Real Heiress is Back

It was March, and the first snow of winter in Yujing had melted.

The small door of the Imperial Censor's residence opened and then quickly closed. The old woman turned her head to look at the departing people, clicking her tongue in amazement: "The world is truly full of wonders."

The person who had been missing for ten years was actually found alive!

The old woman whispered, guessing, "Now that the eldest daughter is back, the second daughter probably won't have it so easy."

After all, the second daughter was adopted, so she can't compare to a biological daughter!

“Not necessarily,” another old woman shook her head. “The second young lady is known as a lucky star, and she was raised by the madam herself. Even the old lady and the men in the family cherish her dearly.”

“This one grew up outside, look at her face…”

The old woman looked away, shaking her head and refusing to speak.

Meanwhile, the person being discussed sat in the flower hall, his slender figure drawing attention.

She had a pair of clear, bright eyes like a fawn's, and delicate features including a delicate nose and cherry lips.

But her small face was covered with unexplained, fiery red spots, with horrifying red marks running down her cheeks and down her slender neck.

The stark red spots clashed against her fair, jade-like skin, making her face appear like a demon, ferocious and terrifying.

In folk tradition, the negative aspects of life are considered unlucky.

With such a handsome appearance, it's no wonder that Si Niannian's whereabouts have been unknown for ten years, and in the end, no one cares.

Otherwise, why would they have only sent a lowly old woman to fetch her today?

As Si Niannian listened to these criticisms, her eyelashes trembled as if she were wronged, but in her heart she thought: How can being ugly be considered her fault?

That's how people who are burned to death are supposed to be!

Ten years ago, the Song family's old house was accidentally flooded, burning to death the Song family's five-year-old daughter.

Si Niannian was originally a ferryman in the underworld of another world. Due to dereliction of duty, she should have been annihilated, but she accidentally transmigrated and occupied the body of this unfortunate child. By chance, she was rescued by someone.

Their whereabouts remain unknown.

However, the original owner's resentment at being abandoned by her family turned into red spots.

As the resentment intensifies, the redness deepens, and a burning pain occurs when the obsession flares up.

The undeniable pain, and the disfigurement of her face by resentment, compel Si Niannian to return and acknowledge her ancestors.

However, Si Niannian waited for two hours after entering the room, but no one came.

Si Niannian looked at the maidservant who was sizing her up and asked gently, "Didn't the family receive the letter I sent in advance?"

The Song family is prosperous.

There is an old lady above, the pillar of the family in the middle, Lord Song, and his virtuous wife, Madam Song, and below them, five young masters and an adopted daughter.

With so many family members, if they hadn't not received a letter, and knowing that today was the day she was supposed to come back, how come none of them are here?

The maidservant said in a measured tone, "The letter wasn't delivered to the wrong address, but the master went to court, the eldest young master went on a study tour, the second young master went to the army, the third young master accompanied the old lady to offer incense, the fifth young master went to Qingyang Academy to become a disciple, and the madam..."

"Madam and Fourth Young Master have accompanied Miss to the outskirts of the city."

The young lady the maid mentioned was Song Qinghan, the youngest daughter of the Song family who was adopted.

Si Niannian pondered for a moment, then asked in surprise, "What are you going outside the city for?"

"Go..." the little maid said with a mournful face, "Go fly kites to welcome spring..."

Si Niannian: "..."

Well, the day my biological daughter comes home isn't as important as flying kites with my adopted daughter.

She finally understood what the original owner was complaining about!

Si Niannian was amused and exasperated: "If you were all too busy, you should have said so earlier. I could have come another day, and it would have saved me the trouble..."

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault."

Just as Si Niannian stood up, a voice that was about to cry came from outside the door: "If I hadn't insisted on flying kites to pray for my grandmother, I wouldn't have missed the time to welcome my sister back."

"What's it to you?" Song Wen, the fourth young master of the Song family, interrupted nonchalantly. "You didn't even know she was coming back today, so how is it your fault?"

Although they have found Si Niannian and decided to bring her back.

However, in order not to hurt Song Qinghan's feelings, the Song family tacitly kept it a secret from the kind and thoughtful Song Qinghan.

Song Qinghan was unaware of this.

Song Qinghan blamed herself and wept: "The old woman at the gate said that my sister arrived a long time ago, and she must be blaming me now."

Song Wen said irritably, "You knew she was coming back, so you rushed back. Didn't we all come back with you? Why should she blame you?"

“But…” Song Qinghan said softly, “My sister is the Song family’s biological daughter.”

"I only got the favor of my parents and brothers because my sister wasn't around, I..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Song Wen chuckled and said, "Our kindness to you has nothing to do with whether you're our biological child or not."

"In Fourth Brother's heart, you will always be the best little sister."

If anyone dares to make things difficult for Song Qinghan, he will not let that person off easily!

The brother-sister relationship over there is incredibly touching.

Si Niannian on the other end was filled with mixed feelings: What is it about these things that she can't let go of?

Si Niannian coughed, finally drawing the attention of the brother and sister.

However, at first glance from afar, Song Qinghan's face paled instantly, and she stumbled back several steps: "Oh my god! A ghost!"

"There's a ghost!"

Si Niannian: "......"

"What are you?!" Song Wen instinctively stepped forward to block him, shouting angrily, "Who gave you the right to come out and scare people with that kind of appearance?!"

Si Niannian gave a strange smile: "You don't recognize me?"

The Song family received her portrait three months ago.

Si Niannian was confident that her face was unique, unlike any other before or since.

Anyone who has ever looked at the painting or inquired about her situation would recognize her.

Song Wen completely ignored her, his face dark as he shouted, "Someone come quick and take her away..."

"stop!"

A middle-aged woman dressed in fine clothes rushed over and stopped Song Wen. Her first reaction was to comfort the trembling Song Qinghan.

She turned to look at Si Niannian, her pupils shrinking sharply. Without any pleasantries or preamble, she spoke with a sharp edge: "How did your face become like this?"

When I was a child, I only had a birthmark on half of my face. After ten years, how come it's grown all over my face now?

Si Niannian's breath hitched slightly from the malice, and she said subtly, "It's already quite remarkable that someone who was burned all over can still grow up like this, okay?"

If she hadn't transmigrated, the original owner's bones would have turned to dust.

Why do these people look down on her?

Madam Song choked so hard that her face turned pale.

Si Niannian said slowly, "Besides, the birthmark on my face was something I was born with."

"You should ask the woman who gave birth to me why she made me this way."

"I don't know if she committed sins in her past life or if she's unwilling to accumulate good karma in this life. In any case, this is how she was born, or perhaps, this is the kind of child she could only give birth to?"

"You bastard!"

Madam Song's face turned cold: "Is this how you treat your elders?!"

Song Wen realized the meaning behind those words and stared at Si Niannian with wide eyes.

Song Qinghan's lowered eyelids trembled silently.

But Si Niannian seemed oblivious, and asked sarcastically, "Elder? May I ask which elder of Your Excellency you are, Madam?"

Since she entered the Song family, quite a few people have shown their faces, but has anyone taken the initiative to reveal their identity?

Why should she be able to identify the cats, dogs, and other animals in front of her without any instruction?

Facing several incredulous gazes, Si Niannian said lightly, "I came back to reunite with my family, not to be mistreated."

"If you can't find anyone here who can speak human language and make decisions, then don't block my way."

"Please, get out of my way!"

Madam Song raised her hand in anger: "You wretched child! You..."

Si Niannian's eyes narrowed and she grabbed her wrist, but Madam Song suddenly raised her other hand!

Before Si Niannian could dodge, someone rushed over with incredible speed, shouting, "Stop! Don't hit my mother!"

Si Niannian was dumbfounded, and Madam Song was shocked: "Han'er!"

"You can't hit her!" Song Qinghan stood in front of Madam Song, her eyes brimming with tears yet her determination unwavering. "She's your own mother! How can you plan to lay a hand on her?"

"It's one thing to speak disrespectfully, but to lay a hand on an elder is a grave offense of filial impiety!"

Si Nian felt a thunderbolt flash across her mind and slowly inhaled.

She had never offended this younger sister.

But the moment this younger sister opened her mouth, she was trying to send her to her death!