"Ouch, my head hurts so much..."
On a large, carved wooden bed, lay a young woman with a head injury. In her unconscious state, she shook her head from time to time, groaning in pain.
"Jun'er, wake up!" A middle-aged woman sat by the bed, sobbing as she softly called to her daughter.
Joyful music came from not far away, followed by the crackling of firecrackers, which startled Lin Yajun from her unconsciousness.
She suddenly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the antique brocade curtains, and asked in shock: Where am I?
She remembered that last night, on her way home from working overtime, she saw a small dog fall into the river and let out a pitiful cry, "Woof woof woof..."
She rushed over, knelt down by the river, and stretched out her hands to save the puppy. But as soon as she grabbed the puppy, she lost her footing and fell into the river. In the end, she and the puppy sank into the water together.
"Have I traveled through time?" she realized with horror.
Then, her mind was flooded with more memories:
The original owner of this body was named Lin Yajun, who was over fifteen years old and was the daughter of a military household.
Last night was the eve of her wedding. Her parents were entertaining guests in the main courtyard. Her cousin, Lin Jinghui, the eldest daughter of her second uncle, came to the west wing of the eldest son's house with a large group of maids.
After entering the house, Lin Jinghui didn't even bother to say a few perfunctory words. She couldn't wait to step forward and arrogantly announced to Lin Yajun, "You are now the daughter of a lowly soldier guarding the city gate. How are you worthy of Young Master He from the General's Mansion?"
"Let me tell you, the young master He loves me, so I'll be the one marrying into the General's Mansion tomorrow!"
"And you, you will still be able to marry into the Ren family next year, but you will marry my former fiancé, the half-brother of Young Master Lin."
"Hahaha, we've arranged a marriage! With your current status, marrying General Ren's illegitimate son is quite a step up for you!"
Lin Yajun's smile froze on her face when she heard her cousin's domineering yet sarcastic words. She stood there stunned for a while before she came to her senses.
She didn't believe her cousin at all and questioned her:
"Cousin, are you joking? How could that be? I've been engaged to Young Master Ren for three years, with formal betrothal and marriage proposals. There's an official matchmaker, and the Prince of Song is my guarantor. Tomorrow is the day I'm marrying into the Ren family. How could it be that you're marrying Young Master Ren and you're replacing your fiancé with me?"
Seeing her cousin's astonished expression, Lin Jinghui felt extremely smug.
She stepped forward, her ample bosom swaying, and whispered in Lin Yajun's ear, "I've already consummated my marriage with Ahe, and I might even be pregnant with his child. Do you think he'll marry me?" She gently stroked her lower abdomen with both hands, as if she were already pregnant with Young Master Ren's child.
Seeing Lin Yajun's shocked expression and constant shaking of her head, Lin Jinghui assumed that the other party did not believe what she was saying.
She continued to reveal the truth to Lin Yajun: "Recently, I've met with Ahe several times in his carriage. He still has my wedding veil from my first time with him, and that day Ahe also gave me a set of gold jewelry." She raised her hand to adjust a gold hairpin in her hair, then touched a pair of gold earrings, and stretched out her wrist to show off a pair of gold bracelets. "These are all betrothal gifts from Helang to me." She boasted, her tone smug.
Lin Yajun panicked. She bit her lower lip tightly, realizing that Lin Jinghui was indeed having an affair with the eldest son of the Ren family.
Seeing her cousin's bewilderment, Lin Jinghui burst into laughter: "Hahaha, not only will your fiancé be mine, but your dowry maids and servants, as well as your dowry and wedding dress, will all belong to me." She opened her blood-red mouth and laughed arrogantly without restraint.
"No, no, impossible, I won't agree!" Lin Yajun snapped out of her shock and shook her head repeatedly.
"You have no choice but to agree!" Lin Jinghui stated firmly, waving her hand, "Take all the maids, servants, wedding dress, and dowry with you!"
Several old women and maids came forward and snatched away the wedding dress hanging in Lin Yajun's hall and the phoenix crown that were displayed.
When Lin Yajun saw that her wedding dress, which she had painstakingly embroidered for three years, had been snatched away, she became furious and stepped forward to grab it back, shouting, "Give me back my wedding dress!"
Lin Yajun's two maids stepped forward to stop her. One of the maids, Qiu Rong, even advised, "Miss, don't take it. You're getting married next year after the arranged marriage. There's still time to make a new wedding dress." She snatched the wedding dress away and handed it to Lin Jinghui.
Lin Yajun was furious. She stretched out her right foot and kicked Qiu Rong hard, yelling, "You treacherous, shameless servant girl who betrayed her master!"
"Ouch, my leg is broken!" Qiu Rong was kicked to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time, groaning in pain.
"And you, you treacherous, lowly servant!" Lin Yajun turned to hit another maid, Xia Yue.
Just as Lin Yajun was reprimanding the maid, Lin Jinghui took the opportunity to pick up the door bolt.
She gripped the latch tightly, a glint of malice flashing in her eyes, and without hesitation, slammed the door down hard on Lin Yajun's head.
"I'll beat you to death!" Lin Jinghui's voice was full of resentment, venting all her jealousy and dissatisfaction over the years in this one blow.
With a muffled thud, the door latch slammed into Lin Yajun's head. Before she could react, excruciating pain shot through her; her forehead was split open, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
Suffering such a severe blow, Lin Yajun's body seemed to lose its support, and she slumped to the ground. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her face was as pale as paper.
Before she fainted, Lin Yajun vaguely heard her mother's scream coming from outside the door: "Jun'er..." The voice was full of terror and despair.
"Mother..." Lin Yajun wanted to respond to her mother, but no sound came out of her throat. She could only call out silently in her heart.
As her consciousness gradually faded, Lin Yajun finally sank completely into endless darkness.
"Jun'er, you're finally awake! You scared your mother to death!" Lin's mother's eyes were swollen from crying, and judging from her exhausted expression, she must have stayed by her bedside all night.
"Mother," Lin Yajun mumbled.
Lin's mother, heartbroken and helpless, advised, "Jun'er, let it go. We can't fight against the second branch of the family. Things are different now. Your second uncle is now the head guard of the princess's residence. Your father is no longer the head guard of the Song Prince's residence. Now he is just a soldier guarding the city gate."
"As long as you're alright, I'll sell all our possessions to prepare a new dowry for you..."
"No!" Lin Yajun, enduring a severe headache, rolled over and sat up. "I don't want it and I won't give it to her!"
She held her forehead, which was wrapped with a cloth strip, with both hands; the slightest movement caused her excruciating headache.
Ignoring everything else, Lin Yajun quickly got out of bed, put on her embroidered cloth shoes, and as she rushed out of the room, she grabbed a door latch and fastened it to her waist. She glanced around the room, picked up two porcelain jars in the corridor, and ran straight to the main hall next door.
At this moment, the wedding party was already standing in the courtyard of the main hall, waiting to escort the newlyweds away.
The groom, Ren Chuanhe, dressed in a red wedding robe, beamed with happiness as he walked briskly into the courtyard west of the main hall to fetch his beautiful bride.
The bride wore a brand-new wedding dress with exquisite embroidery, and a bright red veil on her head.
The matchmaker led the newlyweds out of the backyard; their steps were light as they walked on the road to happiness.
Just as the newlyweds stepped into the courtyard of the main house, suddenly, a figure rushed out from the east side gate like a gust of wind.
Lin Yajun rushed straight to the newlyweds without hesitation. With a sudden wave of her right hand, the dark tung oil in the jar poured down like a waterfall, accurately splashing onto the bride.
The bride screamed in fright at the sudden attack, and the stench of tung oil instantly filled the air, making people nauseous.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Yajun raised her left hand, and green paint from another can poured out like a torrential rain, landing squarely on the groom's head and face.
The groom was instantly transformed into a green monster, his hair, clothes, and even his face covered in green paint, making him look extremely comical.
"Ah!" The people at the scene were stunned by this scene and exclaimed in surprise.
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