Chapter 1: New Arrival

Pain! She felt such excruciating pain that it was almost unbearable. It was as though she was being misled, deceived even. Mo Ziwan lay in bed feeling pain all over her body, wishing she could scream, but her throat was too dry to make a sound.

She struggled to move but found that she could not. Why? She was usually lively, yet she could not muster the strength to move her legs. Craving water, she wondered where all the servants had gone. Was she dreaming? The dream felt unbearably realistic; the pain in her body and throat was intolerable.

"Miss, you're awake. Please come quick, the Miss is awake!" She suddenly heard the joyful exclamation of a young girl in her ear.

Who was making such a racket? Mo Ziwan forced her eyes open.

Following the sharp voice of the girl, chaos erupted outside, and crowds of people began to pour in through the lifted curtain.

"Ziwan, you're finally awake. You almost scared me to death," a beautiful lady cried hysterically as she held Ziwan in her arms. Young servants and older women were sobbing as well, their faces streaming with tears.

What's going on? Was the dream too realistic? The lady who held her was shedding tears on her face, and it felt very uncomfortable.

Having just woken up, Ziwan was still somewhat confused. She looked around fearfully. This place was too strange; it didn't look like her home at all.

The beautiful lady sitting beside her bed was wearing ancient attire. All of her adornments, from the ornaments in her hair to the jewelry she wore, were antiques. As Mo Ziwan came from a wealthy family, she had a unique perspective on these items.

She sneakily pinched her thigh hoping she'd wake from the dream. The sharp pain made her knit her brows involuntarily. The intense sensation in her leg made her realize that what was happening was not a dream. As a member of a wealthy family, staying calm in adversity was a required skill. Mo Ziwan quieted her heart and began to observe everything around her.

She lay in a room decorated with fine gauze, the furniture, including the bed she was lying on was made of fine pear wood. The attire of the sobbing maids might not be silk or satin, but the quality was not bad either. The kind of affluence here suggested a rich family. But how did she end up here? Although her heart was a tumultuous sea, her face revealed nothing.

"Ziwan, my precious daughter, why do you listen to those people?" As the beautiful lady held her tightly, she lamented, "If you truly leave us, how can I live?" The lady's sadness was so overwhelming that she began to sob, eventually bursting into heart-wrenching tears.

"Lady, please, don't be so mournful. Look, isn't the Miss getting better? Isn't that something to be happy about?" An old maid proffered a handkerchief to the Lady and tried to console her, "The Miss has just awakened, she should not be receiving such stress. She hasn't eaten in days; we should feed her something."

The mention of food instantly made Ziwan feel her empty stomach growling with hunger.

"I completely forgot about that. Xueyan, quickly, go to the kitchen and bring some congee for Miss." The sobbing lady, unable to care about the tear-streaked face, immediately instructed a young maid.

A round-faced maid with her hair twisted into two buns quickly wiped away her tears and ran off to fulfill her duty.

Pain, the throbbing pain made her dizzy and nearly intolerable. Her vision blurred, and she fainted again.

"Ziwan, my child, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me," the lady, sounding anguished, cried. The screams from the maids and the old lady filled the chaos all around.

Mo Ziwan could sense everything, but she couldn't move her body.

"Quick, get the doctor," perhaps realizing that the only person who could save her daughter was the doctor, the lady called out even louder in desperation, causing heart-wrenching agony. Mo Ziwan knew without looking that this lady cherished the original owner of her body deeply.

She closed her eyes to rest yet images flashed across her mind. A little girl is born into a large family, bringing laughter wherever she goes. She grows up surrounded by loved ones. She is a bright, endearing child until one fateful day at the age of five, she joins her mother at the temple, and they encounter thugs. She watches as a villain raises his knife towards her mother, the lady from earlier. The girl selflessly throws herself in front of the blade to save her mother.

Ziwan was amazed by the bravery of the girl even in her dreams.

The vivid image of blood, dead divine spirits and servants, and a crying lady was all too real within Ziwan's dream. Who would come to save this girl?

The troops arrived. The lady was saved, and the girl was sent for medical treatment. Thank goodness, the girl in the dream was finally rescued, but when she woke up, she was no longer able to speak.

After becoming mute, the smile disappeared from the girl's face. Her parents and brother coddled her, but she felt inferior and didn't want to see people or talk. Her brothers tried to assuage their guilt by teaching her literacy, which became her daily happiness.

Everyone in the capital knew that the Mo family had a quietly elegant legitimate daughter, yet nobody had seen her. As she grew older, she attended a gathering with a girl her age but encountered ridicule from the noble ladies. Worse, she was demeaned by a rich young man. Unable to bear the insult, she jumped into a river to attempt suicide upon her return home.

Luckily, a maid discovered her early on and called for help. Mo Ziwan felt some sympathy for the girl. She was brave enough to save her mother, yet she couldn't withstand the ridicule of insignificant people. Should she be praised for her bravery or criticized for her weakness?

Accompanied by the lady's sobbing, she tried to sort out her thoughts. What should she do in this strange place?

Back in modern times, she wasn't just the Eldest Miss of Di Hao family, she was the darling of her family. She was exceptional, a young genius in both Chinese and Western medicine, no, a prodigious young girl. Unfortunately, fate would have her face an accident, transporting her into ancient times.