The weather turned gloomy,the clouds dark and winds howled against the wooden beams. what was supposed to be a ceremonial ground became an execution platform.
Suddenly A crack of thunder tore through the sky, making everyone gasps and some ministers even stood up as if wanting to run away, but the thunder shot right down to jinyue...the force so great it took her off the ground.
BANG! She fell.
Ouch! The sound came out soft... but anybody who had it couldn't calm down immediately the whole Court was in an uproar.
Any normal person who has been hit by thunder will have been scorched if not dead. but jinyue came out completely fine and unscratched, an even have the leisure to shout.
Jin Yue gasped,
EH?!
her eyes snapping wide as the world seemed to tilt and sway. This wasn't right. This wasn't… home? Where was she? Not her room… the last thing she remembered was taking a nap in her room.
Another deafening crack of thunder. She winced, hands shooting to cover her ears, but her fingers brushed against thesilky fabric of ancient robes. Her breath hitched.
"What is this?" she whispered to no one in particular.
Her gaze darted around the platform, confusion settling deep in her chest.
No,no,no...jinyue shook her head like a rattle.
This isn't like the usual dream she has, if she is dreaming, she can't feel pain in the dream but now the pain she feels running through her entire body cannot be more real.
Suddenly, flood of Memories rushed into her mind, crashing against her like a wave that wouldn't stop.
Jin Yue blinked rapidly as the pieces clicked into place. The realization hit her, cold and sharp... she has transmigrated!
No! She likes her modern home
now what to do?? there will be no electricity, no cars, no junk food....
Just let her dieeee!
Jinyue had her eyes closed while mumbling to herself but in the eyes of other people she is chanting sacred words.
Jin Yue stood with elegance, her slender frame adorned in simple yet graceful attire that is adorn with silver threads . Her skin was smooth and pale, with the soft glow of porcelain, untouched by time or hardship. Dark, silky hair cascaded down her back like a river of midnight, framing a face that was both delicate and strong. Her almond-shaped eyes, the color of warm amber, held a quiet depth,Her lips, a soft rose hue, curved into a thoughtful expression more often than a smile, and yet, when she did smile, it lit up her entire face.
At that moment, jinyue seemed to have realized something...she softly knelt at the ground and scan the huge open space with her eyes, her eyes immediately locked onto someone...who was also kneeling.
The man kneeling at the emperor's feet, her father, lowered his head in shame. He confessed, condemning her,He had been preparing to betray her all along.
And the original body was numb, her mind lost, She had already given up on her life...yes, the original body already died when she took over because she couldn't feel her existence at all.
Her father, the imperial advisor, created a fake identity for the original owner and then ended up betraying her when he saw she could no longer bring any benefit to him when he is exposed.
She already heard their conversation the previous day in her dream ,she is not completely ignorant of the situation.so now, she had to act.
She let the weight of the moment hit her, her sadness and grievance, allowing the tears to spring to her eyes. Her shoulders slumped as she looked at the emperor, then at the crowd, and finally at her father's bent form. Her voice broke as she stumbled forward.
"Father… why?" she asked, sounding pitiful. The crowd gasped, but she barely noticed. She was too busy letting herself play the part, the victim they expected to see.
Jin Yue stumbled forward, tears brimming in her eyes, though the anguish she displayed was more calculated than genuine. She let herself fall to her knees, trembling as she looked up at him.
why?" Her voice broke, filled with pain and betrayal. It wasn't just an act—it was the culmination of years of neglect and contempt. It was the original owner's feelings ....she had always known he resented her, but to see him betray her so openly cut deeper than she had expected.
The crowd, once again, fell silent. The weight of the scene shifted, and slowly, their gazes turned back to her father. This was no ordinary accusation. It was treason, to frame a saint like this and openly lie to the emperor. They were caught between the emperor's wrath and their fear of divine retribution!
The emperor, seated upon his throne, lifted his hand. The murmuring ceased instantly, his expression unreadable as his eyes bore into her father.
"Explain yourself, Advisor Lin," the emperor demanded, his voice cold and commanding. "You bring accusations of great gravity against your own flesh and blood. What is the meaning of this?"
Advisor Lin lifted his head slightly, but he dared not meet the emperor's gaze fully. His face was tight, a mixture of helplessness and barely concealed hatred. He had no choice, if he continued to accuse her, he would lose everything. But the disgust he held for her, for what she represented, had festered for too long. She was a burden, a disgrace, and now, she had failed him.
"Your Majesty," he began, voice wavering at first before he steeled himself. "This girl... they were all a lie. I could no longer let her deceive you, deceive the people."
He clenched his fists as he spoke, hatred leaking into his words. He had molded her into the saint they had all wanted her to be, but she had failed him. She was a reminder of his own ambitions gone sour. His hatred for her grew, the longer she knelt there, playing the victim in front of the emperor and the crowd.
But the emperor remained unmoved by his excuses. His piercing gaze flicked between the advisor and Jin Yue, who knelt on the cold ground, her frail form bathed in the celestial glow of the lightning.
"You speak of lies," the emperor said slowly, his voice as sharp as a blade. "Yet now, in the moment you were needed most, when the heavens themselves seem to intervene..." His gaze hardened. "Have you not lied enough, Advisor?"
Sweat slowly trickled down Lin Zhao forehead as his eyes turned quickly, looking for excuses...he looked at jinyue for help but she acted as if she didn't see .
Just kidding! it's already her biggest regret she could not kill him and he's expecting her to help him?
Damn girl! He cursed under his breath.
Finally,he seemed to have made up his mind as he spoke, his voice filled with practiced solemnity. "Your Majesty, I... I received an anonymous letter," he began, his words faltering as though he had to force them out. "The letter stated clearly that my daughter, the so-called saint, was nothing more than a fraud. Her miracles, her divine powers—they were all fabricated. As a loyal and faithful servant of the empire, I could not allow such deception to continue."
The crowd gasped again, a murmur of disbelief passing through them. The emperor's eyes narrowed as he listened.
"I had no choice," Lin Zhao continued, his voice hardening. "I am a servant of the Emperor, and my duty is to the empire. My personal feelings... they are irrelevant when the truth of her deception came to light. I had no choice but to expose her for the sake of the greater good...only, I had no idea that the letter was a lie and they are just out to get me and my daughter. Having said that, he crawled a little closer.
YOUR Majesty! Please give justice to my poor daughter so that even if I die,this old servant will rest assured that my daughter's enemies are gone.
He bang his forehead against the floor to show his sincerity.
Jin Yue's heart clenched. She knew it was a lie. But the people around her already started feeling sympathy for that man.
The emperor leaned forward in his throne, his fingers drumming lightly against the armrest. His gaze shifted between Lin Zhao and the kneeling girl, his face unreadable.
"Advisor Lin," the emperor said, his voice measured, "Your duty to the empire is commendable. But you unexpectedly chose to believe a mere letter over your daughter's words,
Alas, such foolishness."
Advisor Lin, you are to take a leave and cultivate your father-daughter relationship He paused, looking down at Jin Yue.
A fleeting thought passed through the emperor's mind, with a trace of selfishness. A saint...so pure... Perhaps I can use this. Marry her off to one of the princes.
His lips curled into a slight, almost imperceptible smile as he considered the idea. "Perhaps," he murmured to himself,
Jin Yue felt a chill run down her spine. The emperor's gaze lingered on her, and she could see the calculation in his eyes.
Mommy~ am scared...the world is scary.