Hua! Hua! I swung my stick through the air, practicing in the quiet garden, fighting with nothing but my shadow. The wind caught the hem of my shirt, and the rhythm of my wooden stick cut through the silence.
This time... I found my dream.
But really, who would believe that the heiress of the richest Li family only wanted to learn stick martial arts? Probably no one. They'd laugh, whisper behind my back, maybe even scold me.
Still—who cares?
I'll always choose the path I want to follow, even if no one understands. And this… this is the path I choose.
With my long, flowing black hair—soft like dragon fur. Wait... do dragons have fur? No, I think they have scales. But if they did have hair, mine would be just like it. And with emerald green eyes that gleam like precious stones and the proud surname "Li," I knew everyone would love to watch my performance.
Giggles. What a great dream!
"My lady, Miss Li wants to see you," a maid called out, her voice soft but urgent, her eyes full of quiet pity.
Ugh. Not again. Can't she see I'm exhausted from her endless lectures?
"But my lady," the maid added gently, "Miss Li seems very angry today… You should obey her. I think she noticed our little fight earlier…"
Our fight? Of course she noticed. It's obvious we don't even look like family.
Scoffs. "Lead the way," I said, sighing, already preparing fake lines in my head to survive the next ten minutes.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw her. She sat with poise and grace, but her face was red like a tomato. She clenched her hands and wrinkled her forehead, fury shaking through her like a storm ready to strike.
She stood up and shouted, "Is this what you call a dream?!"
"I just want to prove myself," I began, voice trembling.
"Shut it!" she snapped, taking a deep breath. "Can't you see Shan Xinyi from the Shan family—who's a year younger than you—already has a dream of becoming a doctor? Her parents are helping her. But you? You're running around with a silly stick, wasting your days!"
"Mom! This is my dream! And I can even make money from it!"
Her face twisted with disbelief. "Money? Show me where! Where is it, huh?!"
I clenched my fists. I know she wants me to be successful—but this? This isn't guidance. It's control.
"Le Meng," she said, stern now, "You're not a child anymore. In three months, you'll be eighteen. It's time to grow up."
"I am grown up!" I shouted. "I can make my own decisions! I'm not a five-year-old! Just leave me alone!"
Tears welled in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. My chest ached. Why couldn't she believe in me even a little?
She already has everything—power, money, a name. But she drove away my father when I was five, claiming he was "troublesome."
She only cares about three things:
Profit. Money. Honer
I stormed out of the room, grabbing my stick from the hallway. I imagined the air as my mother—every spin of the stick cutting through my anger.
I spun it faster, again and again, until it shimmered—until sparks began to fly from the wood. They blinded me.
Then—darkness. Everything went black.
I woke up… somewhere unfamiliar.
My body felt heavy, and the floor beneath me was wooden. The walls were painted with ink paintings, the scent of sandalwood drifting in the air.
I looked down and gasped. I was wearing hanfu—ancient Chinese clothing, long and flowing, pale as moonlight.
What is going on?
Was this some kind of dream? A prank? My mother's doing?
My heart thudded in my chest.
Suddenly, a loud voice shouted from the corridor, "The Moon Queen is awake!"
Footsteps thundered toward me, and in seconds, people dressed in the same hanfu as me entered, dropping to their knees.
"Greetings, my Lady! Long live the Moon Queen!"
What?!
I staggered back and then fainted again, the world spinning.
When I opened my eyes again, two young girls stood by my bed, waving fans over me. On the other side, a man held my wrist gently, like he was checking my pulse.
"How is she doing?" an older man asked. His voice was calm, full of power.
"She's waking," said the man by my side.
I blinked, sitting up suddenly. "Don't come near me! What do you want?! I can give you all the money you need!"
They all bowed once more, the same phrase on their lips: "Greetings, my Lady. We have waited a thousand years for your return."
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•Well this may sound stupid but it's my first time writing a novel so please Guy's encourage me in comment🌝🌝🌝