The Reborn Heiress: I Am the True Daughter

Year forty-six of Qianqi, late March. The night wind carried faint traces of a haunting fragrance.

A young woman leaned by the window, her gaze locked upon the peach tree in full bloom outside. A bitter, mocking smile curled her lips.

Though in the prime of youth, her cheeks were sunken, her eyes dull as if shadowed by old age. Her skin was rough and sallow, her frame gaunt and skeletal, and the cold moonlight only accentuated her frail, sickly air.

Who could have imagined that Shen Qingyun was the legitimate daughter of the Duke’s manor, and the official wife of Jiang Lin, heir to the Marquis of Jiang? A proper Marquis’s heir’s wife.

“Oh, Master, spare your servant, please~”

As Shen Qingyun contemplated the blossoms, discordant sounds suddenly echoed through the silent courtyard. Waves of moans, mingled with a woman’s cries and a man’s heavy breathing, seeped through the walls, mocking Shen Qingyun’s helplessness.

“That shameless little hussy grows ever more audacious! Her!” The maid Pearl, blushing furiously at the sounds, tried to curse but faltered, glancing at Shen Qingyun’s pale face with pity in her eyes. She called softly, “Madam.”

Shen Qingyun turned and smiled, but her smile was full of bitterness. “It’s nothing. I’ve grown used to it.”

Her husband Jiang Lin had eyes only for her elder sister, Shen Sisi. In the years since their wedding, he had never touched her, instead taking her maid Hongyu as a concubine, all to humiliate her.

Jiang Lin hated Shen Qingyun, but how was she to blame?

She should have