Queimada viva pela própria família, a filha legítima renasce das cinzas e enlouquece matando

Meng Tingfeng slowly opened her eyes, surrounded by utter darkness.

A heavy scent of blood filled her nostrils. She tried to move, only to discover that her hands and feet were shackled. Every attempt brought the harsh clatter of iron chains.

Her brows and lashes trembled lightly.

Had she been locked up by someone?

She remembered standing vigil before her stepmother’s coffin, when Cheng Cai poured her a cup of tea. How had she fainted so suddenly?

With a grating creak, the door abruptly swung open. Meng Tingfeng squinted, trying to see, but before she could make out who had entered, she was kicked mercilessly in the chest.

Sharp pain radiated from her heart, and tears welled in her eyes.

“Brother, what... what are you doing?”

Meng Yuhong stood with hands on his hips, towering over her, his voice dripping with undisguised disgust.

“You vicious creature, you killed our mother—was that not enough? Now you want to harm my sister? If Master Lu hadn't happened to pass by when my sister was ill, she would surely have died because of you!”

He spat forcefully on her tattered clothes.

“Father kindly took you in, yet you deliberately retaliate against our whole family! Today is the day you die; you’ll accompany my mother in death!”

Meng Tingfeng stared at him in disbelief.

She understood every word, yet when strung together, they made no sense to her.

A few months ago, she’d met an old woman who revealed she was not a mere “dog servant”, but the daughter of the Minister’s household—Meng Tingfen