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"An Yi-Jun, get down from that tree right now!" A handsome young boy stood with his hands on his hips, his delicate brows furrowed in annoyance as he glared at the sweet little girl hidden among the lush leaves.
"Mom, okay, okay, I'm coming down. Why are you rushing me? You're more annoying than the Ten Weird Grandpas!" The girl perched in the tree, Cherry, pouted her cute little lips, her rosy cheeks resembling ripe apples, making it hard for anyone to scold her.
What a beautiful and adorable child, like an angel. You would think this at first sight.
The boy below scoffed, "An Yi-Jun, I've been using tricks far better than yours since childhood. The Ten Weird Grandpas are not to be bullied by you; you'd better tone it down. Your angelic face won't fool me—stop pretending! Hurry back home, study your books, and if you don't finish your homework, you won't be allowed out again." He commanded without hesitation, his youthful face still retaining a doll-like charm.
Having leaped down gracefully to stand on the ground, the little girl made a face at him. However, she quickly became obedient after he mercilessly pinched her soft cheeks.
In this household, everyone spoiled her to the heavens. Only he could tame this brat.
With an angelic face but devilish antics, she was truly a combination of both. Although only three years old, this brat seemed to understand everything and was more mature than most children her age. Her greatest joy was to prank everyone who was deceived by her appearance.
However, these tricks worked on everyone else but her formidable mother.
It seemed she had inherited all of her mother's mischievous cunning. At such a young age, she had already gained a reputation as a little demon. Countless people had fallen victim to her pranks; she could rival Zhou Xingchi from modern films. Yet, because of her youth and sweet demeanor, most people didn’t hold it against her.
Old Buddy had taught her martial arts since she was little, and to his surprise, this girl turned out to be a martial arts genius. Old Buddy was overjoyed and devotedly passed on all his knowledge to her. This brat seemed to learn everything instantly, much like the legendary child prodigy. After all, her mother was quite extraordinary.
However, despite appearing capable of anything, this little girl despised all forms of learning. Classics and ancient texts—she couldn't grasp any of them. Even with the best tutors available, she still wouldn't learn; it seemed she simply didn't want to!
What left people astounded was her sharp business acumen; sometimes her ideas left even the world's greatest commercial genius, Mai Qi, deeply impressed.
As her mother, I had countless reasons to suspect that she might be possessed by someone from another time. However, after numerous attempts over the years to use modern methods to connect with her, all of which failed, I finally believed that she was indeed my genuine daughter—a true child prodigy.
Her interest in learning was minimal, and she often drove away one tutor after another with her antics. Eventually, I had no choice but to take matters into my own hands. I recalled some classic ancient poems I had learned in modern times and decided to teach her a few verses so she wouldn’t embarrass herself later in life.
But she truly was infuriating; she really put her learning to use. After I helped her memorize some lines, I hosted a banquet at a restaurant under the name of Jun Jin, inviting several business partners for a gathering and exchange of ideas. To my surprise, my little lady quoted numerous classics during the event, nearly causing the guests to drop their glasses and dislocate their jaws in shock. Her mouth was wide open as she recited.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if not for the fact that she was only three years old, yet there she was, solemnly reciting Yue Fei’s lines: “The youth speaks of sorrow… yet says how nice the autumn is.” She had experienced nothing in life, and seeing a child lamenting such things nearly petrified everyone present.
I was utterly speechless.
Being the only child at Jun Jin and the sole source of joy, she had been pampered by everyone at Jun Jin Villa since birth. Thankfully, she didn’t turn out spoiled; she always completed the tasks and homework I assigned her—though it usually took me losing my temper before she complied.
Still, I cherished those moments when she would hug me and exclaim, “The one and only mom in the world. My favorite mom.” Her tone was like that of a child seeking affection, and it truly melted my heart.
Giving birth to her was the happiest moment of my life.
Four years ago, I inexplicably fell gravely ill. When they brought me back from the brink of death, everyone was nearly hopeless. Just when despair loomed large, Azure Thorn discovered that I was pregnant. It was astonishing and delightful news. Despite being in a coma for an extended period, I somehow summoned the strength to pull through—perhaps it was the existence of new life calling me to be strong. A few months later, I gave birth to my current daughter, An Yijun.
My daughter—my only blood relative in this world.
However, this serious illness left me with some aftereffects: aside from my origins from modern times, I lost my memory. Whether it was due to forgetting or intentionally burying everything from my past remained unclear.
They never proactively told me about my amnesia, nor did I ask. I understood that every transition meant starting a new life. The reason they kept it from me must have been to prevent any negative impact on my recovery.
By a chance mention, Old Buddy said that those memories were inconsequential, and it was fine if I forgot them. So, I never thought about trying to recover them.
However, they told me that I once had another identity, one that led people to believe I was dead. Someone placed me on a bamboo raft surrounded by various flowers, allowing my body to drift down the river. They intercepted me downstream and brought me back. Afterward, Azure Thorn revived me. What surprised them even more was that I was already over a month pregnant at that time. Strangely enough, despite all the hardships I had endured, the little one in my belly was still safe and sound.
No wonder she was born a genius child. She is my daughter, An Yi-Jun.
This name seemed to have been imprinted in my mind long ago. After giving birth to her, when they asked me to name the child, I instinctively uttered this name.
Every time this matter is brought up, they feel anger and regret when they think of the scars on my body. As for me, I don't feel much about it because I remember nothing—not even the pain.
My fingers had been broken, so it took a long time to heal. However, there seems to be a hidden strength within me that allowed for a swift recovery and even some regenerative power. After resting for a while, my body returned to its original state without leaving any scars.
Once I got used to everything that originally belonged to me, I remained An Jin, still the one who stirred up the entire Jin State.
Yet, I had other matters that I continued to attend to—fulfilling my responsibilities. Those loyal followers who had waited for me for hundreds of years moved me deeply.
Since waking up, this has been what I've been doing; it has been the same for four years.
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