Transmigrated as the fake heiress, she was schemed against by the reborn true heiress and sent to the countryside as an educated youth—destitute, hungry, barely scraping by, the kind who wouldn’t survive past episode three. Miserable! Zhong Yuxiu: Me? I’m a master of quick transmigration, thank you very much!
The sun blazed mercilessly overhead. Harsh rays pierced through the low thatched roof, illuminating the cramped, oppressive interior where three narrow wooden beds stood, each scarcely wide enough for a single sleeper. On one of the beds lay a young woman, her face pale with a bluish tinge, completely still.
Suddenly, the woman’s eyes snapped open, confusion clouding her gaze, as though she had no notion of where or when she was.
Sitting up, Zhong Yuxiu pressed a hand to her temples, a faint ache throbbing within. Memories not her own flooded her mind in a torrent.
She had transmigrated again—only to land in the wrong time and place, in the summer of 1976, in the world of Jiuzhou. The true heiress of the Wan family had returned from the dead, repeatedly scheming to strip the imposter of favor and finally sending her off to the countryside as a “sent-down youth.”
This place was, indeed, the rural destination: the Yu Family Production Team in Lu County, province C.
Did rebirth give one the right to act with impunity?
The mix-up at birth was hardly the fault of the original owner. Through a twist of fate, she had simply enjoyed a life meant for another. Taken from her birth parents at infancy—if there was any blame, at whom should it be directed?
She’d tangled with many reborn heroines in her fast-transmigration missions. She still remembered: after the resumption of the college entrance examination in 1977, she’d be able to return to the city and would inevitably cross paths with the true Wan heiress.
“Damn system,” she mutte