Chapter 2: Reborn

The Hanyue Temple was ablaze with lights and noisy with voices. Normally, the temple should be quiet all night, but tonight it was bustling with noise and excitement. Rong Qiyue was in a daze. Her head ached, and her ears were ringing. It was weird. Hasn’t she been killed by Princess Huizhen's two old servants? Why were there so many people watching? What happened? Rong Qiyue slowly opened her eyes and saw countless faces. People crowded round her as they pointed. She could hear those people condemning her. "Look, this is the Hua family's eldest miss. It's so embarrassing!" "She was caught on the spot. Haha, it seems like there will be a storm in Hua's Mansion again." "They call Hua Qiyue the little lustful lady. It’s true. She even seduced a monk. How disgusting!" A servant girl's cry came over. Rong Qiyue calmed herself down and looked around. She was so closely surrounded that it was impossible to break out. Two beautiful women who seemed to be from rich families were looking at her with cold and sarcastic eyes. Not far away, a monk stood there with his clothes in disarray and his head lowered. His entire body was trembling with fear. His collar was open at an angle, allowing people to see the exquisite collarbones and sparkling white skin. Beside Hua Qiyue, a girl of twelve or thirteen was crying her heart out. Her tears fell like big round pearls on her simple green simple clothes. Rong Qiyue frowned. She didn’t know how she could see them. Why was she still alive? Why was she here? The wing-room was extremely simple and unadorned. There was only a table, a chair, and a bed. The monk's robe hung on the other side as if they were in a temple. The moonlight slanted in through the window, reflecting a fragmented silhouette. Something smashed into Rong Qiyue's brain ruthlessly. All the memories of the original owner of this body were flooding into her mind. Hua Qiyue, 18 years old, General Hua Liting's eldest daughter, had a weak character but was always crazy about handsome men. Every time she saw a pretty boy, she would stare at him like a hungry wolf. Even though Hua Qiyue was the daughter of the official wife, she was still bullied by the Second Concubine's daughters. Her life in the Hua's Mansion was worse than the beggars outside. She had little food to eat and wore patched old clothes. Hua Qiyue had never dared to complain to Hua Liting or the Old Madam. She was not taken seriously, because she was not able to cultivate the Qi Art of this country. The Old Madam had never been to her run-down courtyard to see her, as she was always surrounded by sons and grandsons. How could she remember the lowly granddaughter? In Tianyuan, if one could not cultivate the Qi Art, they would be considered a loser. In this country, a man was judged by his Qi Art level. The higher his Qi Art level was, the more respect he received and the more rewards he received from the court. The Qi Art had nine levels, and each level was represented by a color: Profound Oracle (Blue) Soaring Cloud (Cyan) Dragon Diagram (Green) Cultivation Dimension (Red) Moon Erosion (Silver) Round Sun (Yellow) Holy God (Black) Great Deity (Purple) The two daughters of the Second Concubine, Hua Mengshi and Hua Xiaoyi, had both reached the Soaring Cloud Level and were well-known experts. Hua Mengshi had bullied her, as did her maids and servants. Hua Mengshi’s maid, Lanzhu, had even tricked her into falling off a building. Fortunately, she fell into the pond; otherwise, she would have died. She never dared to seek revenge on Hua Mengshi or Lanzhu. She was like an ostrich, hiding her head cowardly in the sand, thinking that the enemy wouldn't be able to see her. The situation was not good. Rong Qiyue frowned slightly. From the original owner's memories, she found that Hua Qiyue had come to the Hanyue Temple with Hua Xiaoyi to pray but hadn’t known that Hua Xiaoyi was planning to frame her for seducing a monk. "Say something! Big sister, you can’t play innocent, just because you fainted!"