The Real Heiress from the Countryside Turns Out to Be the Feudal Ancestor
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When Sang Ning opened her eyes again, she found herself transformed into the long-lost true heiress of a wealthy family, abandoned in the countryside.
Born as the eldest daughter of a prestigious noble household, she had been groomed since childhood to become the matriarch. Yet in the blink of an eye, she awoke in an unfamiliar era. Still, she remained the rightful firstborn daughter.
Her impostor sister prided herself on being refined, boasting of graduating from elite schools and surpassing others in talent? How dare she, when she couldn’t even master music, chess, calligraphy, or painting?
Her family claimed remorse but secretly favored the fake sister? No matter—manipulating household politics had been her childhood specialty.
Accused of lacking manners? Within a month of the young mistress’s return, the entire Nan family was stunned to discover that the supposedly rustic heiress was even more old-fashioned than the family patriarch!
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The youngest scion of the illustrious He family was a notorious figure in the capital—playful, rebellious, and untamed. Yet, somehow, he found himself inexplicably drawn to a little traditionalist from the mountains.
He took her hand: “This is a handshake—just a greeting.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist: “This is a hug—a gesture of friendship.”
He kissed her lips: “This is a kiss, meaning…”
Flustered, she turned her face away. “You shameless rogue! You’re lying to me again!”
But he pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth, murmuring, “No lies. This means I like you.”
Born as the eldest daughter of a prestigious noble household, she had been groomed since childhood to become the matriarch. Yet in the blink of an eye, she awoke in an unfamiliar era. Still, she remained the rightful firstborn daughter.
Her impostor sister prided herself on being refined, boasting of graduating from elite schools and surpassing others in talent? How dare she, when she couldn’t even master music, chess, calligraphy, or painting?
Her family claimed remorse but secretly favored the fake sister? No matter—manipulating household politics had been her childhood specialty.
Accused of lacking manners? Within a month of the young mistress’s return, the entire Nan family was stunned to discover that the supposedly rustic heiress was even more old-fashioned than the family patriarch!
—
The youngest scion of the illustrious He family was a notorious figure in the capital—playful, rebellious, and untamed. Yet, somehow, he found himself inexplicably drawn to a little traditionalist from the mountains.
He took her hand: “This is a handshake—just a greeting.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist: “This is a hug—a gesture of friendship.”
He kissed her lips: “This is a kiss, meaning…”
Flustered, she turned her face away. “You shameless rogue! You’re lying to me again!”
But he pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth, murmuring, “No lies. This means I like you.”
