Na vida passada, depois que Wen Qiao foi encontrada pela Mansão do Marquês, ela tentou agradar a família e cedeu sua posição para a falsa filha Wen Qi. Porém, não sabia que todos a pisavam impiedosamente. Após renascer, ela decidiu levar todos da Mansão do Marquês, passo a passo, para o abismo. Mais tarde, todos se ajoelharam diante dela, dizendo: “Wen Qiao, erramos, por favor, nos perdoe.” Wen Qiao, porém, olhou friamente para eles: “Nunca!”
The Marquis’s Residence.
This was an extremely small, dark room where sunlight could not penetrate.
A girl of about sixteen lay there, her body marked with scars of various sizes, her expression pained, as if she had endured great torment.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, her entire body trembling.
“Am I dead?” Wen Qiao felt no pain in her chest and was momentarily dazed.
The dazzling light caught her off guard. She raised her hand to shield her eyes, then saw a figure approaching against the light.
He held a whip, weighing it thoughtfully in his hand. “Wen Qiao, do you know your mistake?”
“Wen Zehan?” Wen Qiao’s eyes flashed with fierce resolve as she looked at him.
“Call me Third Brother. If you’re in the Marquis’s residence, you must obey its rules. What? Do you still want to taste this whip?” Wen Zehan raised the whip coldly.
At his words, Wen Qiao’s heart trembled.
She was still in the Marquis’s residence?
Hadn’t Xiao Minghe stabbed her to death last time?
Why was she still here?
If she remembered correctly, this was the place she was thrown into whenever she was slandered.
Could it be—
An incredible thought flashed through Wen Qiao’s mind.
She had been reborn!
Seeing the shock in her eyes, Wen Zehan frowned slightly, displeased. “Wen Qiao, Father said if you admit your mistake today, he won’t punish you further. On the Empress Dowager’s seventieth birthday, he can even take you to see the world.”
The Empress Dowager’s seventieth birthday?! She had been reborn j