Chapter 1: Chapter 1: She’s Back Chapter 1: Chapter 1: She’s Back January in Chu City, the city covered with white snow.
The cold wind whistles, and Feng Bailing gazes blankly ahead.
There lies a body, scarcely clothed, its exposed skin frozen to a bluish-purple hue.
Feng Bailing shudders; it was her own corpse.
At the street corner, a few commoners huddle and whisper.
“Look, that’s Feng Bailing. Her body is stiff, and no one dares to claim it, even less regarded than a stray dog.”
“Is that the one who dishonored womanhood, betrayed the Seventh Prince, bore an illegitimate child, and angered her mother to death?”
“That’s right, her. Despite her royal lineage, she’s overbearing. Her strong fate killed her own child and caused her brother’s death. She squandered the family fortune of the Princess’ Mansion, which infuriated her father, the Prince Consort, leading him to disown her. Ultimately, she ended up as a beggar in the streets.”
“Fortunately, there’s still the second daughter in the Princess’ Mansion, Feng Xiangxue is famously beautiful and talented. Just recently, the Emperor decreed her marriage to the Seventh Prince, truly a match made in heaven.”
A few steamed buns roll onto the snow-covered ground causing the startled crowd to disperse.
Feng Bailing’s expression subtly shifts.
A young boy stands at the street corner, clutching a bun, behind him stops a luxurious horse carriage. His nose red from the cold, and his eyes equally reddened.
He is merely four or five years old, with a chubby face like a sticky rice dumpling, thick long eyelashes, a pert nose, and eyes of one gold and one blue adding a touch of allure, even at such a young age he already possesses a stunning appearance that is sure to captivate many in the future.
He stares blankly at the street corner, feeling a sour swell in his heart.
The female beggar is dead.
Every day he passed, he provided food for the female beggar who would smile at him. She was ugly, her face marred with odd bumps, yet her smile was beautiful.
He heard what those people said.
Lying alone in the icy snow for so long, she must have been very cold, very scared.
The young boy lowers his gaze and softly speaks.
“Father, take care of her burial.”
Behind, a tall man in dark brocade clothing approaches; he nearly resembles the mold from which the boy was cast, his features deep-set, his eyes, also a mix of gold and blue, hide behind long dark lashes, his gaze captivating.
The man is surprised; his son, who has always been introverted and never sought others, suddenly shows concern for a female beggar, Feng Bailing.
He steps forward, his expression indifferent but his movements gentle as he picks up the body.
A word agreed, alongside the drifting snowflakes.
Amidst the heavy snow, tears stream down Feng Bailing’s face.
Gratitude and vengeance, both must be avenged!
Her spirit vanishes into the snowstorm.
The snow falls heavier.
That day, Dugu Wu, the Ninth Prince, despite widespread criticism, generously buried the infamous Feng Bailing.
Chu City was in an uproar…
Snow fell throughout the night, ice hanging on the vegetation within the Yong’an Princess Mansion.
In a room warmed by charcoal, several Maids busy themselves around a woman who had fainted; one pinches her vital point, another administers water, all bustling about.
Someone calls beside her ear, and Feng Bailing feels her mind explode, memories of a lifetime flood in.
She is Feng Bailing, the legitimate eldest daughter of the Princess Mansion of Great Chu, in her first life, she naively trusted and loved the Seventh Prince for over a decade and met a tragic end on the streets.
She is still Feng Bailing, a 22nd-century all-capable medical soldier, a woman genius of Huaxia who was the first to awaken the seventh sense due to her experiences over two lifetimes. Using the seventh sense, she defied fate and returned her soul to her first life before she was divorced and ousted from the Princess Mansion.
Princess Mansion, she has returned.
Enemies, she has returned.
Feng Bailing opens her eyes, a fleeting icy cold in her gaze, seeing a woman feeding her water.
The woman has delicate features, skin like snow, willow-leaf eyebrows, and eyes shimmering with emotion, seemingly innocuous.
Seeing that face, Feng Bailing nearly has a heart attack, she raises her hand, gathers all her strength, and slaps Feng Xiangxue across the face.
The water cup falls to the ground, Feng Xiangxue’s face swells up high, she covers her face as tears well in her eyes.
“Sister, why are you so agitated just after returning home?”
“You wanted to scald me?”
Feng Bailing glares at her, Feng Xiangxue speechless, the water wasn’t hot at all.
The surrounding Maids show sympathy, the elder Miss is picking a fight again, still so arrogant and domineering after four years of isolated reflection, the second daughter is truly miserable.
“The elder Miss, the second daughter, they’ve brought up the child from the well, she’s already lifeless.”
A servant hurriedly runs in.
Feng Xiangxue’s hand on her face pauses, a glint of joy flashing in her eyes.
The little bastard is finally dead.
Now, she just waits for the drama to unfold.
“The servant has already wrapped the body in a straw mat, sent for burial at Yizhuang.”
The servant shakes his head, pitying, such a lovely young girl, gone just like that.
Feng Bailing stands up, the nightmare-like memory floods her, her lips quiver, uttering only a few words.
“12th year of Emperor Yongye, December 16th.”
The attendant by her side is puzzled, still, she acknowledges with a nod.
December 16th, the child, the well, Yizhuang, it was the exact day her Xiao Li died.
Her mother was gravely ill when she brought Xiao Li back to the Princess’ Mansion. Just half a day after her return, Xiao Li accidentally fell into the well while playing outside and died.
On hearing her child had fallen into the well, she was so agitated she fainted, when she awoke, Xiao Li’s body had already been taken away, she never got to see her one last time.
In those days, Feng Bailing did nothing but weep, but having lived another lifetime, now proficient in both Eastern and Western medicine, she quickly realizes, as long as it’s within a specific timeframe, there’s a high chance of reviving someone from drowning!