Watching Madam Tongjia depart, Qingyin wasn't in a hurry to meet this transmigrator. Whatever the case, she couldn't escape; they would meet eventually. Besides, relying on her memories of this transmigrator's habits, she wouldn't be long before she came to her own doorstep.

In the inner chambers of the Tong family, Tong Jia Wanying, after her outburst, began to ponder a solution. She had been transported to the Qing Dynasty for a month and had come to understand her true identity. She was Tong Jia Wanying, a cousin of the historically renowned Tong family, the Tong clan, and the current Emperor Kangxi's Consort Tong.

Having just arrived in this Qing Dynasty era of the struggle for the throne, she was overjoyed. She was a recent college graduate from modern times, unemployed and staying at home. Her favorite pastime was reading Qing Dynasty time-travel novels, and her idol was the reserved and composed Fourth Prince. Now, fate had arranged for her to be born in this era, and with this identity, who else could be but the chosen one!

She had four siblings, including her eldest brother Orondai, her younger brother Kuadai, and her second sister Tongjia Qingyin. Her only other sibling was her second brother Fahai, born to a concubine. Thinking of her only sister, Tongjia Qingyu, a flicker of jealousy flashed in Tongjia Wanying's eyes.

This Tongjia Qingyu was born at seven months due to the machinations of a concubine while Tongjia's wife was pregnant with her. Due to poor medical care in the Qing Dynasty and the premature birth, Tongjia Wanying was always sickly. Because of this, Tongjia's wife always favored her weaker younger daughter.

Thinking of her sickly younger sister, Tong Jia Wanying felt a chill run down her spine. She had a sister with a weak constitution in her modern life, and seeing the favored Tong Jia Qingyu, she transferred her resentment towards her sister onto her. If it weren't for her sister, how could her parents not have given her a house? They must have spent far more money on her sister than on her!

Thinking of this, Tong Jia Wanying gritted her teeth. No, her father wanted to win over the Eighth Prince by marrying the original owner of this body to him. She absolutely could not agree to that. Whoever wanted to marry him could marry him. Now that she had the opportunity to marry the Fourth Prince, she would never give it up.

In ancient times, what attracted princes was her own wisdom. She remembered some poetry, but she didn't know how to make soap or glass. Oh right, there was food! She could find some food to earn money! No sooner said than done, Tong Jia Wanying summoned her personal maid, Cuihua.

"Cuihua, quickly bring some paper and some unburnt charcoal." Cuihua was a little surprised. Seeing that the young lady's temperament had changed and she was easily angered, she didn't dare to ask any questions. She obediently accepted the order and then withdrew.

Qingyin, who was lazing around in the house, also inquired about what this transmigrator sister was doing. She was being so obvious, as if she was afraid people wouldn't be led astray by demons and monsters.

Looking at the young lady lounging lazily in the armchair, He Lu, the maidservant who was following Tong Jia Qingyu, was somewhat lost in thought. The second young lady was getting more and more beautiful. She was already fair-skinned, but in the past two days, when the second young lady was in the sunlight, she was so fair that she was almost transparent. He Lu massaged Qingyin's shoulders even more gently, as if she were handling a fragile object.

The silence in the room was soon broken by a knock on the door, and the maid who was guarding the door quickly came in.

"Miss, the eldest young lady has arrived."

"Okay, let my sister in."

Qingyin told Helu to step back, and she straightened her posture slightly, ready to see this older sister with her own eyes.

Looking at the young lady's smooth shoulders as she suddenly left, He Lu's hands seemed to still retain that gentle touch. Reluctantly, she retreated behind the young lady, feeling a hint of resentment towards the young lady who had suddenly barged in.

Tong Jiawanying waved away the servants and walked in arrogantly.

She froze when she saw Qingyin looking even more beautiful, but then she smiled as she remembered her own scheme.

"You all go out. I want to talk to my sister about what's on my mind."

Seeing He Lu hesitate, Qing Yin nodded, signaling her to go out. She was also curious about what this transmigrator wanted to say to her.

He Lu then left the room.

Seeing that no one was around, Tongjia Wanying said, "Sister, would you like to marry the Eighth Prince? The Eighth Prince is handsome, virtuous and talented, and has a high chance of becoming the Crown Prince. If you marry him and have a son or daughter, you will definitely have a chance to rise in the ranks!"

Qingyin waved her hand, feigning fear: "Sister, you're talking about the royal family! You can't just say things like that!"

Qingyin also took the opportunity to pretend to be startled and unsteady on her feet, grabbing Tong Jiawanying's hand. It was just a simple touch, but Tong Jiawanying felt as if her whole body was being dissected and scanned. She straightened up with a start. As if she had lost something important, she felt inexplicably lost and panicked. She looked around warily.

Qingyin felt a little regretful. She had indeed scanned the body with her soul artifact, and it turned out the body had died of natural causes, and the soul inside had already been reincarnated. This transmigrator had gotten a good deal. However, she had also discovered something valuable: the precious spiritual space that had brought Tong Jia Wanying to this world. No wonder this person was able to scheme against the intelligent original owner. But this person clearly hadn't discovered this treasure yet, otherwise, his eyes wouldn't look so uncertain.

Constrained by her own scheme, Tong Jiawanying suppressed her emotions and controlled her urge to run away, remaining where she was.

Qingyin feigned confusion and asked with concern, "Sister, are you alright?"

Tong Jiawan forced a smile and said:

"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired. There's no one else here, no one will know."

Looking at Qingyin, who seemed even more pitiful with fear, she frowned and then pretended to be pitiful, saying, "Sister, you know what Father said before. I am really worried. I don't want to marry the illustrious Eighth Prince because I once met the Fourth Prince and fell in love with him. I don't want to seek wealth and status, so I just want to marry the person I love. Sister, will you help me?"

"She's really persistent, still trying to seduce the original owner of this body. She talks so sweetly, but if it weren't for the glory after the Fourth Prince ascends the throne, you'd be crying and begging to marry him!" Qingyin thought to herself, her face pale as she spoke with feigned concern.

“Sister, marriage is a matter of parents’ decision and matchmaker’s word; we can’t make that decision ourselves. Besides, the prince’s marriage is decided by the Emperor, not by you.”

Hearing this, Tong Jia Wanying also realized the trouble involved. However, relying on her blind confidence stemming from her time-traveling identity, she still confidently said, "I will make the Fourth Prince fall in love with me, and then the Fourth Prince will ask me for marriage."

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"Elder sister, what you're saying is too much..."

Qingyin was speechless, but she couldn't very well argue with her confident older sister. Blushing, she lowered her head shyly, pretending to be embarrassed by Tong Jiawanying's blunt words.

Seeing Qingyin's flushed face and even more anger, Tong Jiawanying's tone became even harsher: "Are you going to help me or not?"

Qingyin smiled at Tongjia Wanying in her usual manner and said, "I hope my elder sister can get what she wants."

Seeing that she had successfully persuaded her stepsister, Tong Jia Wanying was overjoyed. She reverted to her usual arrogance and said:

"Then come with me to go jewelry shopping tomorrow, and we can also get some new headdresses or clothes made."