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"We are Outlaws?! Oh my gosh!
I originally thought that the person who ultimately became the Prime Minister would at least come from a prestigious family, a scholarly household. At the very least, they should be from a normal family, right? In any case, the identity of being a Mountain Bandit from Wanzi Mountain truly exceeded my imagination.
But it’s okay. This is the early days of the Tang Dynasty, and everyone from the emperor to the ministers is likely to have roots in places like the Outlaws of Wagang Village. So, the court probably won’t discriminate against Outlaws.
My head is a mess right now; it hurts, and I can hardly think straight. I’m starting to feel dazed. Nie Qiuyuan gently released me, helping me lie down and tenderly tucked in the blanket.
This tenderness made me want to cry. It was even harder to bear than the cliché line from a melodramatic drama: "I’ve always regarded you as my own sister."
The male god softly said, "Get some sleep. I’ll come check on you later. Don’t think too much; tomorrow is a new day."
Her/day! Is this a scene from *Gone with the Wind*?
Nie Qiuyuan quietly left, waving his sleeve without leaving a trace behind. I felt like crying without tears.
"Calm down!" I told myself. "Let’s sort out the current situation and think calmly about what I should do next!"
According to what I’ve seen in time-travel dramas, at this moment there should be a maid who would excitedly shout when I wake up: "Sister! You’re awake!"
Although this maid's role was replaced by the male god, there should still be such a maid!
I tried to call out, "Someone come!"
The door creaked open slightly, and a girl timidly squeezed in, looking as if she was about to cry."
Someone was still worried about me, and a strange sense of comfort surged within me.
The girl suddenly knelt down with a thud, her voice choked with tears. "Sister! I know I was wrong, please have mercy!"
The comfort in my heart instantly turned into confusion as I asked her, "Get up first. What have you done wrong?"
Wow, the mastery of classical Chinese is impressive; even words can sound so elegant!
But then the girl looked at me as if I were an alien, her face filled with terror.
"Get up." I reached out to pull her up, but she seemed scalded by boiling water, landing on the ground and scooting backward in a comical manner.
For a moment, I forgot the immense shadow looming in my heart and burst into laughter.
"Please have mercy, spare me!" The maid's tears fell, nearly sobbing.
"You harmed me?" I suddenly realized something.
"No, no!" She waved her hands frantically. "Sister, you usually punish me!"
Only then did I notice that the girl's wrists and neck were covered in mottled scars.
Could it be... Suddenly, another shocking guess leaped into my mind.
Could it be that my personality is truly terrible?
"Get up," I said as kindly as I could. "What’s your name?"
The girl looked extremely surprised but didn’t dare to ask. She lowered her head and murmured, "Hong..."
How plain! I thought to myself, just one more character and we could form a perfect pair right out of a textbook!
"Hong, let me tell you, I bumped my head and my mind is a bit unclear. You need to explain everything that happened on the mountain to me. If you tell even half a lie, you know what the consequences will be."
Then I learned many facts that only made matters worse.
In fact, if I had known these things earlier, I would have realized that Nie Qiuyuan’s attitude towards me just now was incredibly patient. It turned out that for all these years, my relationship with him had been extremely poor. Moreover, I had secretly plotted against him several times, nearly costing him his life.
Yet despite all this, he still stood by my side during this critical moment.
My father was the king of Wanzi Mountain, known for his benevolence and high martial skills. He was quite famous and well-loved. My father had always been in good health and showed no signs of illness until today when he was having drinks with his subordinates. Suddenly, he felt unwell—chest tightness and shortness of breath—and went back to rest. Little did we know that he was suffering from an acute illness; not long after, this legendary hero quietly passed away in his sleep.
I was the first to discover my father's body. Startled, I slipped and hit my head against a pillar, which led to my current state.
As I listened to Hong speak, I couldn’t help but gasp in shock. The original owner of this body had been so spoiled and willful that it was beyond my imagination. From Hong's account, the things this Firefly Girl had done to Nie Qiuyuan were so disgraceful that I could hardly bring myself to repeat them; they were truly atrocious!
I found it puzzling—how could someone who had such a perfect man by her side end up harming him?
In summary, I am the younger sister of a god-like figure, and our relationship is quite strained. The rift between us may never be mended.
I no longer want to cry because I have reached a point of utter despair, even contemplating death.
Perhaps it would be better to give up, to return to my own world and start anew.
However, after all these years, the words "give up" have never been in my vocabulary. Moreover, I refuse to abandon something without even trying; I, Ye Zhenzhen, would never do such a thing!
At that moment, a classic scene floated into my mind. It was when Yu discovered that all the women around him were countless good sisters. At that crucial moment, his elegant mother, Dao Bai Feng, earnestly said, "My son, you are not your father's biological child. Choose whichever sister you like and marry her!"
It must be like that!
Though it may seem unfilial, perhaps my life’s mission should be to uncover this truth: I was born of my father and another woman, while you were born of your mother and another man.
With this thought in mind, the probability...
I sighed deeply and rolled out of bed. Just then, my reflection appeared in the copper mirror on the vanity beside me.
I paused for a moment; this was perhaps the only comforting thing today.
The person in the mirror looked quite decent, even though I bore no resemblance to my brother at all.
No resemblance! A flicker of hope ignited within me.
"No, I am now called Nie Liuying." Since I chose to come to this world, regardless of the outcome, isn't it time to boldly venture forth, just like the you who has never backed down or given in?
Before I could fully articulate my ambitions, I heard the door creak open again.
In walked a stunning girl in white.
She was extraordinarily beautiful, her face and figure perfect, rivaling even my original self, but the difference in our auras was striking.
Seeing me standing, the girl in white suddenly let out a long breath, and two glistening tears slowly formed on her eyelashes.
"That's great..." Her sweet voice trembled slightly. "Liuying, you finally woke up..."
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First of all, thank you to Yuzu for the beautiful cover. As someone who struggles with graphic design, receiving such a stunning image is simply intoxicating! Thank you all for your long reviews, comments, and suggestions. The support has been overwhelming!
Many readers have noticed that the tone of the writing has changed completely. Yes, that's true! I wanted to challenge myself with something entirely different. Only through challenges can one feel excitement! However, this book will have around 1,000 words per update, which may not be enough to advance the plot significantly. So for those interested in reading, feel free to wait until it builds up a bit. Thank you all!
Sending blessings from Shen Shen who was stood up by the plane today.
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