The night was as dark as ink. The candlelight on the table flickered, and a thin little girl was lying on the heated brick bed in the house.

The little girl's brows were tightly locked and her white tender face was drenched in cold sweat. Her white fingers unconsciously grabbed and pulled at the blanket on her body. Tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes from time to time, sliding across the creamy tender skin until they seeped into her soft black hair.

The candlelight was dim in the room, but the little girl's painful look was not clear.

Just as the candlelight weakened and was about to burn out, the young girl suddenly sat up and burst into tears. She murmured, "Save me, save me..."

She grasped her arms and curled up in bed, as if she could get away from those horrible nightmares.

She dreamed of herself dying in the capital in her previous life.

She was pushed into the well, and when she opened her eyes, she was twelve years old.

The tears on her face turned cold in the cold wind. She tightened her grip on the soft and thick quilt and buried her head in it.

In her previous life, Jin Zhuang had died the day before her salute. She was pushed into the Jin manor and died a terrible death. However, she did not even know who the murderer was.

Her parents had died when she was young. As such, she had found out in her past life that there was a biological uncle in the capital who would take her to the capital. As such, she agreed without thinking. However, she did not know that it was the beginning of her nightmare.

It had only been a year since he entered the capital, but he had died and his soul had vanished.

In her past life, she went from Liaodong to the capital city. When a suburban girl walked into a high-rank mansion, she was full of apprehension and thought that she would be welcomed by the care of her relatives and the blind date of her siblings. However, she did not expect to be laughed at and despised. Maids and elderly women in the Jing Residence, who had a little face, could give her a hard time.

She was afraid of the vines in the hands of the etiquette instructor and her cold accusation. "Miss Chen, you look so ugly. Don't dream about leaving Jin's Mansion if you don't practice the etiquette of noble women, or you will lose the face of the people of Jin's Mansion."

The unruly Jinya Dan pulled her sleeve and said scornfully and curiously to Jin Yuming, "Someone can't even speak official language..."

The young attendant covered her nose and looked at her. "You have a smell of dirt on you. It's disgusting."

No matter how hard she tried to learn etiquette, the language of the officials, or how to practice music and calligraphy, she could not get any recognition. She did not understand why her uncle would take her to the capital since she hated her so much.

Later, she understood. The second elder cousin said, "Your uncle is ambitious. How can he sell only two daughters-in-law? He must find some new girls."

Late at night, Misty Flower woke up from her nightmares. She felt a chill spread from inside to outside and through the cracks of her bones.