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...
The pitter patter of the drizzle went on for a whole night.
As dawn broke, the official residence was shrouded amidst a misty rain. The black clouds hung heavily in the low altitude, as if they were about to destroy the entire city. The twigs and branches in the courtyard had become greener after going through the scourge of the night's rainfall and it was evident that they had become verdant, glistening and replete with moisture.
There was a chill in the spring air and the maidservant that had gotten up early could not help but shiver as she pushed open the windows with a smile, "Miss, it is almost time."
The person nestled in the blanket only shot out an arm. Looking at that pure, white and perfect arm, it was tender and adorable. As one's gaze swept upwards from that arm, one could precisely see an incomparably clear and attractive complexion. However, when she tossed over and revealed her other side profile, there was a long scar that was quite ugly and fierce as if a large centipede had crawled onto it.
The look on the maidservant's face was faintly startled while Jiang Su Su had already begun speaking by questioning, "Dawn has arrived this quickly?" She laughed lightly as half of that ugly countenance immediately revealed a strange smile, "I really can't wait to see this good show."
Hu Die had found a pure-white blouse with detailed, golden embroidered water caltrops on its V-neck collar and tiny, hidden patterns on its blouse. The long skirt that almost touched the floor hada light yellow embroidery of a rounded design filled with scattered flower blossoms. Draped over her body, the coat had a discreet lotus pattern that was embroidered on the damask silk. With such quiet and light coloring, it contrasted with her looks, making her look exceptionally lucid and elegant; all of this set her apart except for that blemished face. A streak of hatred flashed through Jiang Su Su's eye as Qing Ting handed over the white muslin veil to her. Jiang Su Su put on the veil over her head properly and only after this, did she act to push the door, "Let us go."
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The Marquis Xia fu was one-fold bigger than the Jiang fu and it's garden had been renovated in an extremely refined manner too. In all aspects, the Xia fu thoroughly exhibited the owner's noble position. The ancestral hall was in the last room at the very end of the garden's hallways. From it's exterior, it looked rather tastefully and thoughtfully planned out. If one was in the garden, they would immediately be able to see it at a glance. In the early spring, there were still some decomposing remnants of the flourishing plum flowers left on the plum tree's branches. Although the weather had been constantly overcast and rainy; with such an appearance, on the contrary, it still had a special charm to it.
A few figures appeared in the garden, they were headed by a person dressed in fluttering white clothes whose figure was long and slender. To the side of that person was someone whose body build was slightly plump, an amiable smile graced their face. Also, around these few people, there were still two more figures, one was in black brocade clothes and the other was in a magnificently brocaded garment. Amidst the foggy mist, one could not see their appearances clearly at all.
