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I Am Yin Niang in the Republican Era
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The blood-red wedding dress swayed in the flickering candlelight, casting eerie shadows. I raised my hand and gently brushed over the sudden appearance of the Vermilion Birthmark on my forehead. Its cold touch felt like a serpent's tongue, licking at my nerves. In the bronze mirror, there was no reflection of me; instead, it revealed a pale corpse dressed in funeral garments, its mouth twisted into a grotesque smile.
"Seven days... the path to Huang Quan is near." The voice was chilling, as if it emanated from deep within the earth. Outside, I could hear my parents' muffled voices, oppressive and intermittent.
I clamped my mouth shut, desperate not to cry out. I was just a modern person who had curiously touched an ancient bagua mirror in an antique shop and somehow ended up in this cursed place—the Republican Era! To make matters worse, my biological parents intended to marry me off to a dying man to bring him good fortune!
"One Hundred Taels of Gold, Ten Acres of Good Land..." My father's voice twisted with greed as it seeped through the crack in the door, crystal clear.
"They're after her birth date; it's the best material for a Reverse Life Stake," the steward sneered, picking up where my father left off. "In seven days, her soul will be the elixir that prolongs our young master's life."
I suddenly flung open the door, tears streaming down my face. "Father! I am your biological daughter!"
He turned around, a flash of madness crossing his eyes before it was replaced by cold indifference and calculation. "Daughter? Over the years, how much suffering has our family endured? Have you ever shared any burden? Now that a good deal has come along, you suddenly remember you're my daughter?"
"But... this will cost me my life!" I cried out, my voice hoarse. "Father, Mother, I beg you—don't treat me like this..."
"Life?" My father scoffed coldly, his tone icy and piercing. "What is your life worth? The bride price from the Liao Family is enough to keep our family well-fed for generations! If you die, our whole family can live; isn't this a good deal?"
Each word struck like a knife—cold and sharp—piercing my heart. I couldn't believe what I was hearing from my father: "So... in your eyes, my life is so worthless?"
Finally, my mother lifted her head; tears glistened in her eyes but were overshadowed by helplessness and resolve. "Nuan Nuan, even I am powerless... You must accept your fate..."
"Accept fate?" I laughed—a bitter laugh filled with despair. "Fine! Let's see what good comes from selling your daughter's life!"
The steward of the Liao Family spoke ominously: "Girl, do you think you have any choice left? The hourglass has already begun its countdown. Look at that Vermilion Birthmark on your forehead; it's the mark of death. Within seven days, your soul will be gradually extracted to nourish our young master's life."
"No... I don't believe it..." I touched my forehead; the Vermilion Birthmark burned frighteningly hot against my skin. "This... can't be true..."
"Believe it or not is up to you," the steward replied with an eerie smile. "But I advise you to save your strength and prepare for your final arrangements. After all, this is your last time."
I trembled all over like a leaf in the wind. In my mind echoed that cold voice: "Countdown: Six Days Twenty-Three Hours Fifty-Nine Minutes..."
At that moment, I realized that in this unfamiliar time and space, I was utterly alone with no way out. The people closest to me had become executioners, pushing me into the abyss.
And now, I had only these fleeting seven days to struggle for survival.
"Master Butler Liao," my father's voice dripped with flattery that made me nauseous. "Though my daughter’s life is cheap, she has been meticulously trained and will surely be able to serve Young Master Liao..."
"Enough!" The steward interrupted sharply, his gaze fierce. "Do you know what a Reverse Life Stake is? A living soul reversed from yin to yang to forcefully prolong the life of someone on the brink of death!"
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