The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady Chapter 1
A searing pain, capable of tearing the lungs and shattering the mind, radiated through her entire body, dragging Shen Yanxiao out of the void of darkness. Straining to open her aching eyes, she was met with a flicker of dim light and the piercing resonance of voices echoing in her ears.
“If she lacks ability, she has no one to blame but herself. She was fortunate enough to be saved this time, but she certainly won't have that kind of luck again.”
“A piece of trash should behave like trash. It is truly humiliating for our family that she continues to act so recklessly despite knowing her own worthlessness.”
The voices of a male and a female hovered near Shen Yanxiao’s bedside.
Who were these two fools who dared to insult her as trash? When did the organization recruit such bastards who were clearly tired of living?
Ignoring the agonizing soreness wracking her frame, Shen Yanxiao forced her eyes open to glare at the source of the noise.
A young man and a young lady, roughly fourteen or fifteen years old, stood before the bed with their arms crossed over their chests. Both possessed quite outstanding features and, aside from their clothing, they looked remarkably similar.
Upon noticing that the person on the bed had regained consciousness, they showed not a shred of concern. Instead, their faces were etched with sarcasm. They looked down at her with blatant contempt and loathing, as if they were staring at a pile of refuse.
“Oh? The trashy seventh young lady of our Vermillion Bird clan has finally woken up? It must be the ancestors' blessing that you didn't die from such a heavy injury.” The beautiful young lady sneered, making no effort to hide her disgust toward Shen Yanxiao, who was attempting to sit up.
The handsome youth beside her let out a cold laugh as he glanced at Shen Yanxiao’s deathly pale face. “Idiot, you better know how to answer grandfather’s questions later. If you dare to spout nonsense, I guarantee that you will spend the rest of your life confined to this bed.”
Despite the disdain, threats, and hostility, the person on the bed showed no sign of anger.
At this moment, Shen Yanxiao was unable to process the insults of these two scoundrels. Fragments of strange yet familiar scenes were flooding her mind like a tidal wave. These memories, which did not belong to her, surged forward with such force that she had to fight back a wave of nausea to keep from collapsing again.
The life of another person—from infancy to the age of thirteen—played out before her. These disjointed scenes formed a record of a young girl's growth and introduced Shen Yanxiao to a completely alien world.
This world was nothing like the modern era; it was a fusion of ancient Eastern and Western civilizations, a place overflowing with fantastic Dou Qi and mystical magic. Even the giant dragons found only in myths were a reality in this bizarre land.
As a godly thief from the 24th century, Shen Yanxiao could hardly believe that after her certain death, she had been mysteriously reborn into the body of this young brat. To her irony, the girl even shared her name.
She was currently on the continent known as Guangming. Specifically, she was within the Long Xuan Empire. The body she now inhabited belonged to the seventh young lady of the Vermillion Bird clan, one of the five great families of the empire. Theoretically, she should have been a pampered noble, but based on the words of the two scoundrels, the original host was a useless piece of garbage in every sense of the word.