Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart



Ji'er's fingers clenched tightly as anger grew within her.

"You've gone too far!"

"Haha! Getting angry, are you?" The woman was not perturbed. Instead, she seemed to enjoy the pain hidden in Ji'er's eyes .

"You were born a noble lady who would bask in the love of millions, but your birth was not welcomed—it was even hated. Isn't that sad? Your father had put in a lot of effort to cover up the terrible thing he did all those years ago. He had used death threats to shut the mouth of people who knew the truth and killed many who knew what happened."

"However, people always have weaknesses. As long as someone knows the truth, there will come a time when it will be revealed. That said, it did cost me quite a lot to get my hands on the story behind this Palace scandal, but I'm really happy with the results. Tsk, tsk. Even a vicious tiger wouldn't eat their cub, but your father tried to throw you to death the moment you were born. Even an outsider like me can't help feeling sorry for you."

Ji'er clenched her fists and her face was deathly pale, but she stared stubbornly at the woman. With a snigger, she said, "You're just trying to make a rift between my father and me, aren't you? I'm sorry to say that you're about to be disappointed. It doesn't matter whether or not you made this story up. So what if it was the truth? At the very least, I'm still standing here alive and I have grown to adulthood."

The woman gave a light sigh. "Oh, no, you're mistaken. I'm not trying to sow discord between you and your father. I'm just trying to destroy you."

Ji'er replied blankly, "But I haven't done anything to you."

"There is no feud between us, obviously. But there is one between me and Chu Qi." There was a clear look of hatred and anger in the woman's eyes when she spoke.

Ji'er was taken aback and a little befuddled.

Before she could ask anything, the woman had already spoken. "All my older sister did was admire him, but Chu Qi executed her for that. How could I not seek revenge? Killing him won't bring my sister back, but destroying you—the woman he loves so much and considers more important than his own life—would hurt him the most. I want him to regret what he did and make the rest of his life a living hell!" At this point, she suddenly threw some powder at Ji'er.

Ji'er had been on high alert and when she saw the woman make a move, she quickly retreated.

After her attack missed, the woman's face suddenly turned vicious. She pulled out a sword and lunged toward Ji'er's head with a swing.

Ji'er turned to the side and evaded the attack. She quickly broke a branch and used it to fight back.

The woman was starting to get anxious when her attacks missed one after the other.

She had heard that Long Ji'er knew martial arts, but she had not expected Ji'er to be so good with swordplay.

Even with just a branch in her hand, it seemed to contain sword intent—each swing was swift and sharp.

The woman kept using the opportunity to fling more powder while she was fighting Ji'er.

A fragrant smell of powder filled the air. Even though Ji'er did not pick up Lu Liangwei's medical skills, she was sensitive to things like medicinal powder because she had always been by Lu Liangwei's side since young.

She could tell that something was unusual with the powder and did not dare let her guard down. She covered her nose and mouth with her sleeve while defending herself against the woman's attacks.

The woman's forehead broke out in a sweat. She never expected Ji'er's martial arts skills to be this good.

She was afraid Chu Qi would rush back in time. She wanted to get things dealt with swiftly and take Ji'er away with her.

Once Ji'er was in her hands, she would arrange for the princess to be thrown in a filthy brothel. By the time Chu Qi found her, it would be too late.

That would finally be the revenge for what was done to her sister.

At the thought of her next plan, she purposely gave Ji'er an opportunity to attack.

Once Ji'er took the bait, she quickly whirled around and aimed to seal Ji'er's pressure point.