Written by: Qian Shan Cha Ke
Crying blood and tears, she pledged a poisonous vow. The gods did not fail her. She was sent back to a decade ago. The legitimate daughter of Jiang family returned from hell.
Forget it, whatever. Since they already claim...
Have to meet the creep Chen Zhao again in this one...ugh!!
Translated by : togekiss
Edited by : Anks & Ely
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Early in the morning, the air in the residence was extremely refreshing. Grey-winged sparrows pecked their meals from the top of tree branches. As it had snowed just the night before, the sunlight seemed brighter and the accumulated snow draped thickly over the grass and branches. The atmosphere of the New Year was palpable within the residence.
Jiang Ruan woke up to an early start. After she consumed a simple breakfast, she took a stroll in the pear blossom garden with Lian Qiao. As it was not their flowering season, dense, lush foliage adorned the branches. Lian Qiao was slightly regretful, "It is not their time yet. When the weather becomes warmer, the pear blossoms will bloom completely. That will truly be a sight."
Jiang Ruan smiled faintly. As plants, they merely compete to be the one with the most vibrant, beautiful colors and nothing else. In her past life, she had seen abundant trees of full-fledged plum blossoms in the palace. Who would have expected that overnight a blast from a spring breeze would have blown those hundreds of flowers away. There was not only plum blossom, but also peonies, water lilies, lotuses and chinese roses. The flourishing blossoms in the palace were akin to a rich, woven fabric with raised patterns. It was a pity that the scenery was only admired by a single person. Afterwards, she thought that there was someone who would accompany her through thick and thin. However, it was only at the time of her death that she discovered that it was merely a mirage.
The flowers resembled her own life, in the sense that they appeared to be bright and beautiful but when they wilted, they did not even have a place that they could call home. Once withered and fallen into the mud, they decomposed before turning into dust. Even if they exuded a faint fragrance, it had a bitter undertone.
Lian Qiao felt the depth of Jiang Ruan's gaze, but she did not know what she was thinking about. Yet, her cool expression was full of sorrow. Stunned, she asked in concern, "Miss?"
Jiang Ruan recollected herself and shook her head, "It's nothing. Let's move on."
As the duo walked around, they did not notice the person that had already been standing for a long time in the midst of a dense thicket behind them.
That person wore a lake green silk jacket with gold-threaded sleeves, secured by a multi-colored eight treasures pearl and jade corset, and light green boots. Dressed extravagantly, his leer glued onto Jiang Ruan's silhouette, completely infatuated.
It was the young son of Zhang Lan's family, Chen Zhao.
Usually, Chen Zhao loved to sleep beneath the pear blossom trees. Today was not an exception. Caught off guard by a female voice, he was no different than a cat getting a whiff of fish. He immediately followed the source of the sound. Unexpectedly, he was entranced.
