Aunt Liu stood up triumphantly, tugged at her skirt, glanced triumphantly at Madam Su, and walked out with Qian Yingxue, head held high.

As Qian Yingxue reached the door, she deliberately muttered loudly, "Just a divorced woman, does she really think she's a lady? Bah!"

Chunhua blushed, but dared not utter a word of curses. After all, the other woman was the Fourth Miss, and she had Aunt Liu backing her up; she didn't want to get a beating.

After the person left, Madam Su slowly opened her eyes. There was no hatred in her eyes, nor any joy or sorrow on her face. She murmured, "Fool, did you really think that royal food was so delicious?"

"Madam, the eldest young lady has reached the age of marriage. If..." Chunhua wanted to remind her that the eldest young lady's appearance was already quite different from her usual appearance, and she wasn't very bright either. If they didn't plan ahead, perhaps...

To everyone's surprise, Madam Su didn't take it to heart at all. She waved her hand lazily and instructed Granny Wu beside her, "Send a letter over there and ask how the eldest young master is doing lately."

"Yes!" Granny Wu replied, giving Chunhua a wink.

Chunhua felt sorry for the young lady. Over the years, it seemed that the madam only had the sickly young master in her heart and had almost forgotten about the young lady.

...

Under the bright moon and starry sky, in the stillness of the night, Qian Youxue was sleepless.

Thinking of her grandmother's earnest and heartfelt words during the day, she felt both warmed and heartbroken by this hard-won family affection.

If I continue to be so cowardly, I won't even have the chance to be filial to my grandmother; I'll probably be devoured by that arrogant mother and daughter soon.

What she couldn't understand was the original owner's awful mother. Her daughter was being pointed at, yet the other woman was still chanting Buddhist scriptures and hadn't shown her face yet.

Sigh, how unlucky she must have been to survive such a disaster and become the legitimate daughter of the Qian family.

Gazing at the bright moonlight, the starless sky was unusually clear, and upon closer inspection, the moonlight seemed particularly gentle tonight.

At that moment, she felt a warm sensation on her wrist. Something came to mind, and she rolled up her sleeve to look at the blood-red phoenix tail mark.

The image of the icy pool flashed through my mind, but it was quickly replaced by that devilishly handsome face.

Clap clap clap!

She subconsciously slapped her face a few times, telling herself not to let her imagination run wild; such a terrifying gaze was definitely not something someone of her status could covet.

Coming to my senses, I looked at the mark again, and the more I looked, the more familiar it seemed.

She slapped her forehead suddenly and frowned in annoyance.

This time it was her turn to curse her ancestors. In her past life, she was the top assassin of an international assassin organization codenamed Red Serpent, and also a renowned poison master, a famous expert in medicine and poison in the assassin world. One dark and windy night, she received orders from her superiors to steal an ancient painting.

She had just received the painting when a mechanism was triggered, and with a loud bang, she died, frustrated. When she awoke, she had become Qian Youxue, the daughter of the Left Prime Minister of the Xuanwu Kingdom on the Kongming Continent, sharing the same name.

The original owner was not only a useless person devoid of any spiritual energy, but also an ugly monster with a birthmark on her face. To make matters worse, she was also poisoned.

If it weren't for searching for antidote herbs, she wouldn't have risked her life to enter the palace. Who knew she would encounter a perverted guy who drugged her with a terrible aphrodisiac. During her escape, she fell into a secret passage and saw that icy handsome man.

Thinking about it this way, she felt like she had been tricked. Otherwise, how could this mark be exactly the same as the one on the ancient painting?