Chapter 1 Back to Five Years Old?
The capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
To avenge his father, Loulan's crown prince, Wei Junyan, raised an army in Lingnan and plotted a rebellion, heading straight for the capital.
Smoke and fire filled the capital, and people fled in droves. No one paid attention to the woman being trampled on in the alley.
"Yun Zhao, you've always been one step ahead of me since we were little. How does it feel to be trampled under my feet now?"
Yun Zhao struggled to open her eyes; the pain from her broken ribs made every breath incredibly difficult.
"Why?"
"Why? How dare you, the daughter of a disgraced official, be called the most noble lady in the capital? I am clearly the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Dingyuan!"
Ling Xuerou looked at her, her eyes filled with hatred.
"You're nothing but a fake heiress, and you actually think you can compete with me? Let me tell you, you're nothing but a pawn in my parents' game! What Princess of Huainan? Do you think I really care?"
Yun Zhao was struck dumb. Years ago, to repay the kindness of the Marquis of Dingyuan's family in raising her, she had willingly married that good-for-nothing Prince of Huainan.
It turned out that this was just a trap set for her by her family!
A trap used to curry favor with the powerful!
"Your useless parents are so pitiful. Not only were they framed and exiled, but they were also despised by their own daughter!"
Ling Xuerou's words were like knives, tearing Yun Zhao's heart to shreds!
"You're the one who said that the Princess Consort of Jin often beats and scolds you, and torments you..."
Yun Zhao looked at her in disbelief.
"Hahahaha! Yun Zhao, are you a pig? You actually believe this? Let me tell you, back then, when your mother found out that you and I were switched at birth, she not only said she would come to visit me often..."
She even said she'd make it up to you later, that your mother is such a kind-hearted person! Just like you, you idiot!
It turns out that Yun Zhao's filial piety and obedience over the past twenty years were all just a joke!
Where are my parents?
Yun Zhao took a deep breath with difficulty and asked, word by word.
Ling Xuerou kicked Yun Zhao in the face, breaking her nose!
What she hated most was Yun Zhao's beautiful face!
Yun Zhao spat out a mouthful of blood, his ears ringing.
All that could be heard was Ling Xuerou laughing loudly, and ordering people to bring up several sacks.
"Hahahaha, them? They died long ago on their way to exile! And your maternal grandfather, a general's mansion, a whole family of good-for-nothings!"
Ling Xuerou used a knife to cut open the sack, and a person rolled out of the sack, which was soaked in blood.
Inside were two male corpses, one disemboweled and the other skinned and flesh cut off!
The only surviving man, his face covered in blood, lay on the ground, struggling to keep his head up to look at her.
Those eyes were filled with guilt and reluctance towards her.
"Zhaozhao, quick, run!"
Yun Zhao trembled uncontrollably as he struggled to his feet, only to fall back down helplessly.
Ling Xuerou laughed arrogantly, looking down at Yun Zhao.
"Do they look familiar? They're your three good-for-nothing uncles! Ha, one a gambler, two beggars, and they even dared to sneak back to the capital to save you!"
They were crying and begging, begging me to let you go! Here you go, I'll send you down here, so you can be reunited as a family!
After saying that, Ling Xuerou took a step back, and several men dressed in rebel uniforms stepped forward with knives beside her.
The blood-stained broadsword was raised high, its cold light flashing.
Yun Zhao screamed hoarsely and desperately, "No—"
Blood splattered, covering Yun Zhao's face, burning her skin like hellfire.
They dismembered her uncle like cutting up a piece of pork.
Yun Zhao shouted at the top of his lungs, feeling as if his throat was filled with the taste of blood.
Amid her cries, the clatter of horses' hooves approached from afar.
"Your Highness!"
Those people addressed the man on horseback with respect.
Immediately afterwards, she heard Ling Xuerou laugh in an affected manner.
"Xue Rou must thank the Young Master for avenging this blood feud! Tonight, Father and Mother are hosting a banquet at home; please remember to come, Young Master!"
Yun Zhao was greatly alarmed and struggled to raise his head.
Suddenly, it fell into a pair of dark eyes, like a frozen pool in the dead of winter, icy and bone-chilling.
The man was wearing black armor and a black iron mask, revealing only his black eyes.
He held a heavy sword, stained with the blood of countless people, which dripped down his body.
Perhaps her uncle is among them!
So this is the madman, Wei Junyan, who killed indiscriminately to avenge his father!
Yun Zhao glared at him fiercely. If looks could kill, Yun Zhao would probably have torn Wei Junyan to pieces!
"Clang—"
A flash of cold light, and Wei Junyan used a clever trick to send the heavy sword flying from his hand!
It slammed heavily into Yun Zhao's back!
With a "whoosh," came the sound of a sharp blade piercing through a body.
Yun Zhao's pupils shrank sharply, blood seeped from his lips, and his face slammed heavily onto the snow!
She only heard Ling Xuerou's low sneer as the sound of horses' hooves faded into the distance.
She hated it so much!
I hate myself for recognizing a thief as my father, and I hate myself for causing my uncles to die without a complete corpse!
If there is an afterlife, she will make sure that Ling Xuerou and Wei Junyan, that despicable couple, die without a burial place!
Blood stained the ground crimson, and the falling snowflakes marked the graves of Yun Zhao and his uncles.
The biting cold made Yun Zhao shiver and he suddenly stood up!
When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was the Marquis of Dingyuan and his family of three!
Ling Xuerou was only a few years old, a tiny little girl, held in the arms of the Lady of Dingyuan Marquis.
Ling Xuerou sobbed, "Mother, it's Xiaoxue's fault. Xiaoxue shouldn't have come home. Please don't blame my sister, Mother!"
Yun Zhao trembled, staring in disbelief at the five-year-old Ling Xuerou before him.
Has she returned to the year she was five?
Seeing his biological daughter crying so pitifully, Marquis Ling Ruofeng of Dingyuan comforted her with heartache.
"Xiaoxue, don't talk nonsense. You are your father's biological daughter, and no one can take your place!"
Immediately afterwards, he turned his head and looked at Yun Zhao.
She stood there blankly, showing no remorse, and I couldn't help but frown and scold her.
"Yun Zhao, we kindly continued to take you in and even made you the legitimate daughter of my Dingyuan Marquis's mansion, yet you still dared to push your sister into the pond? In this cold weather, do you want your sister to freeze to death?"
Before Yun Zhao could speak, Ling Xuerou pretended to be magnanimous and offered some advice.
"Father, my sister didn't mean it! Please don't kick her out of the house! The Princess Consort of Jin is so fierce, she'll beat my sister to death!"
Hearing their biological daughter's words, the Marquis of Dingyuan and his wife became even angrier.
Ling Ruofeng said coldly, "Someone, bring me the rattan whip! If we don't discipline this child properly, she'll end up just like her uncles!"
Lady Lin Shujing, wife of the Marquis of Dingyuan, looked at Yun Zhao with disappointment, her tone unusually serious.
"I shouldn't have been so kind as to keep you here!"
Looking at this family of three, Yun Zhao was certain.
Ling Xuerou has also been reborn!
Ling Ruofeng took the rattan whip, grabbed her arm, and slapped it on her forearm.
Yun Zhao had been raised in a secluded room since childhood, and her tender, delicate arms immediately became red and swollen!
Ling Ruofeng coldly rebuked, "Do you admit your mistake or not?"
Yun Zhao gasped in pain and clenched his teeth.
"I don't acknowledge it!"
She will never again recognize a thief as her father in this lifetime!
Seeing her stubbornness, Ling Ruofeng was furious: "Stubborn fool! Guards, bring out the family discipline!"
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