June
Lin'an City was bustling and prosperous.
Streets and alleys were filled with people, everywhere a scene of flourishing prosperity.
And all of this was thanks to the new Emperor of the Xian Yue Kingdom.
The new Emperor ascended the throne and reformed the system, leading the Xian Yue Kingdom's economy, military, and civil affairs to a higher level.
The new Emperor of the Xian Yue Kingdom, known to the world as Emperor Xian, had been on the throne for less than two years, but he had boldly abolished old systems and established new laws, personally attended to civil affairs, and valued loyal ministers.
Among these loyal ministers, the foremost was the Left Prime Minister Mu Hen. Mu Hen was a trusted minister during the reign of the late Emperor. The Emperor entrusted him with the crucial task of helping the new Emperor stabilize the country and unify the seven kingdoms.
The Left Prime Minister's mansion had a six-character gate that faced the street, with stone lions standing on either side, exuding an air of unparalleled majesty.
The Left Prime Minister Mu Hen, holding a high position and great power, was one of the ministers deeply favored by the Emperor. He had married three wives and fathered three beautiful daughters.
Regrettably, the mother of the third daughter, Mu Qingyao, had passed away long ago. Therefore, within the Prime Minister's mansion, the third young lady was the most doted upon by her father. Precisely because she was so spoiled, she became lawless and unrestrained.
In the Qing Courtyard, where Mu Qingyao resided, faint crying could be heard.
"Miss, Miss, please wake up? Wake up."
A small maidservant by the bedside wept as she called out, but the person on the bed remained motionless. The maidservant's cries grew more sorrowful.
Miss was good in every aspect, except for her infatuation. She would chase after handsome men relentlessly.
This afternoon, in a tea house, she had seen the Prince of Nan'an. The Prince of Nan'an was known as a cold and aloof man in the Ming Yue Kingdom, always treating women as insignificant. Unfortunately, their young lady had insisted on clinging to the Prince of Nan'an.
The Prince of Nan'an had thrown a punch, knocking the young lady unconscious. She had barely managed to get the tea house staff to help her carry the young lady back.
Her master had not yet returned. If he found out that his young lady had been knocked unconscious, she, the maidservant, would be in trouble. Her master would surely skin her alive. Miss, please wake up soon, don't scare Mei Xin.
Perhaps it was Mei Xin's crying that disturbed the person on the bed, or perhaps it was because heaven had heard her words.
The person on the bed moved.
Mei Xin's eyes widened, she wiped away her tears, and exclaimed with joy, "Miss, Miss, you're awake?"
Unfortunately, the person on the bed remained still. Mei Xin stared in disbelief. She had clearly seen her move just now. Could she be mistaken? No, she started crying again.
"Miss, if you don't wake up soon, master will surely skin me alive. Please wake up quickly."
The person on the bed, unable to bear the disturbance, finally groaned and shifted her body, opening her eyes with a cold voice, "Shut up."
As she finished speaking, her dark pupils snapped open, flashing with a sharp glint, exuding an icy aura. She stared fixedly at Mei Xin by the bed.
Mei Xin instinctively took a step back. Miss seemed different. Her gaze was completely unlike her usual infatuated demeanor; it was so piercing and frightening.
"Miss, Miss, what's wrong?" Mei Xin asked cautiously. The person on the bed remained silent, turning to survey her surroundings. Hadn't she died? Why was she still alive?
Su Chen recalled in her previous life how her fiancé and best friend had slept together in the marital home they were about to move into.
She couldn't control her rage and fired her gun at Xiao Rui.
Unexpectedly, at the last moment, Qiao Nan rushed out to block her, knocking her handgun off target. She had shot herself, but why was she here?
A bedroom decorated in ancient style, and a little maidservant with a distinctive braided hairstyle, repeatedly calling her "Miss." What was going on?
Su Chen fell into deep thought. She, Su Chen, had graduated from the Royal Military Academy of Sandhurst in Britain. She was calm and composed in the face of adversity, and her ability to concentrate was exceptionally strong.
She could sense external information instantly. It seemed she had transmigrated. She had actually transmigrated to ancient times, where men were superior and women inferior, and into the body of a young lady named Mu Qingyao.
This maidservant seemed to be called Mei Xin. Although Su Chen wanted to sort through the information in her mind, Mei Xin's incessant crying disrupted her meditation.
"I'm fine, why are you crying?" Su Chen was surprised that she hadn't died. Thinking of her parents and her beloved grandmother, how heartbroken they must be.
She had only lost control of her anger, wanting to inflict severe harm on Xiao Rui, to let him know that women were not to be bullied. Who knew that Qiao Nan would end up blocking her, and she had accidentally shot herself.
However, she had managed to kill Qiao Nan before she died. She had transmigrated, but what about Qiao Nan?
And Xiao Rui had tearfully told her that they had only slept together because they were drunk and nothing had happened. Even so, she couldn't forgive them.
Because she couldn't tolerate any flaws, Xiao Rui, whom she cherished so much, had gotten drunk with her best friend and they had slept together naked.
How ridiculous. Su Chen chuckled, her pupils devoid of any warmth, cold and indifferent, a complete departure from her usual infatuated persona.
The little maidservant Mei Xin dared not move, terrified. What exactly was happening? Miss was completely different from before, so cold, so frightening.
"Mei Xin, I have a headache. What happened?" Su Chen, no, from now on, she was Mu Qingyao. The real Mu Qingyao no longer existed, replaced by her, Su Chen.
She wanted to live in this male-dominated world, and she wanted to live for herself. Mu Qingyao smiled calmly, looking at the little maidservant Mei Xin beside her. Perhaps she was being too indifferent; the girl seemed a little afraid of her.
"Miss, you've forgotten. You were knocked unconscious by the Prince of Nan'an."
"Knocked unconscious?" Mu Qingyao reached up and touched the back of her head. No wonder it hurt so much; she had been hit. But that so-called prince actually hit a woman; he must be no good.
If she encountered him again, she would never let him off easily. Mu Qingyao's eyes darkened.
"Mei Xin?" Mu Qingyao wanted to ask about the situation here, but before she could speak, the door was thrown open with a bang.
A sturdy middle-aged man hurried in from outside. He was tall and upright, showing no signs of age. On the contrary, he was spirited and walked with steady steps.
Around forty years old, he was dressed in elegant and fitting robes. Upon seeing Mu Qingyao, he asked with concern,
"Yao'er, are you alright?"
This man? Mu Qingyao observed Mei Xin's respectful demeanor towards this man, understanding that he was the head of the household, Mu Qingyao's father.
Thinking of this, Mu Qingyao fell silent. It was wise not to speak now. She had yet to understand the current situation, and speaking rashly would only reveal her true identity and cause unnecessary trouble.
The middle-aged man was Mu Hen, the Left Prime Minister of the Xian Yue Kingdom. Upon returning to his mansion, he had heard that his beloved daughter had been beaten by the Prince of Nan'an, so he rushed to visit her. Seeing that his daughter was unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Thinking of Yao'er's actions, Mu Hen, as the Left Prime Minister of the Xian Yue Kingdom, felt a sense of helplessness. Perhaps he had spoiled her too much, leading her to develop the habit of chasing after handsome men indiscriminately.