In her previous life, she was blind and foolish, mistaking the First Prince Zhou Changkong, that hypocritical and sanctimonious man, for a man who deceived her with sweet words, harming more than five hundred people in her Prime Minister's residence, including her innocent child. She hated it so much—

In this second life, she wants to eliminate her rival from her past life—the traitor to the Prime Minister's mansion, the culprit behind its downfall, her beloved third sister—Zhao Xueqing. However, fate is cruel; their repeated encounters reveal that her beloved third sister might not be the original owner of this body, but rather possessed by some wandering ghost.

She had planned everything. She originally intended to stop after taking revenge on the eldest prince and let her go, since this wretched child was not the murderer who had harmed her family and child.

I never imagined that this wretched child would cast a spell on my father and brother, making them completely devoid of their former tenderness. In my previous life, my father and brother doted on me the most; otherwise, I wouldn't feel such regret for dragging them into this mess. But now, they seem to have become completely different people. My father and brother dote on this wretched child while treating me with disdain. And that's fine enough.

But—she shouldn't have harmed her own mother and younger brother, who were her only support in this life. Tragically, they were unjustly murdered, their deaths ruled as an accident—falling off a cliff on their way to a Buddhist temple.

How ridiculous! Everyone says that she brought death to her mother and brother. Even her father said she was an unlucky star and used this as an excuse to confine her to her quarters, keeping her under strict surveillance and not allowing her to leave the mansion. She was unable to contact her own forces or find out the truth about her mother and brother's deaths.

She was a reborn person and knew that no matter how ruthless Zhao Xueqing was in her previous life, she did not have the means or power to kill her mother and younger brother at this stage.

They were not stupid. As the only legitimate daughter of the Duke of Pei, how could their mother not have her own methods? Their younger brother was also exceptionally intelligent, already remarkable at a young age, hundreds of times smarter than his predecessor in the previous life.

She didn't understand. In her previous life, they had all survived the massacre of the Prime Minister's family and even secretly sent her a letter while she was in the Cold Palace. How come they lost their lives so early in this life?

Her mother and brother were so intelligent; she had even become empress in her previous life thanks to them. If she hadn't been so useless, they would have lived a very good life. Since her rebirth, she had already developed her own power and connections; the only exception was that wretched child.

Now the truth is clear: it really is her good third sister. Even the wandering ghost is just like her, harboring a grudge against her and determined to kill the person she cares about most. However, this wandering ghost must have something else to rely on, especially since she has already secretly arranged for people to protect her mother and brother, enough to ensure their safety.

"What exactly is she?" Zhao Xueqi murmured to herself, her brows furrowed.

"Miss, what did you say?" The maid, Moxiang, leaned down and asked, her expression slightly nervous.

"It's nothing, you can go now." Zhao Xueqi caught this detail, something flashed through her mind, but she couldn't quite grasp it.

Now she can only harbor resentment in her heart, resenting herself for focusing all her scheming on the eldest prince; resenting herself for neglecting her mother and younger brother, causing them to die mysteriously; and resenting herself for acting recklessly because of her rebirth, underestimating that bitch third prince, being plotted against, and falling to this state.

A tear rolled down her cheek, and the sorrow on her face was deeply moving.

Unfortunately, no one appreciates it.