The Clan Wants to Wipe Out the Line? The Legitimate Daughter Opens a 100-Year Family Tree Alone

When Shi Juntang was thirteen, she lost her mother. She thought her mother had been killed by her stepmother, and she even wanted to kill them.

It was only on the night of her marriage, when her mother-in-law poisoned her to death, that she learned the clan feared her abilities and had joined hands with her mother-in-law to murder her parents. Only after getting rid of her could they move against that timid brother and sister and seize the family wealth.

That night, her stepmother and younger siblings came in the rain to the mass grave and dragged her out:

“Tang’er, Mother is late.”

“Big Sister, don’t be afraid. We’re taking you home.”

Looking at her disfigured younger sister and her younger brother with one disabled leg, she hated it! She hated herself for being blind and foolish!

When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the age of seventeen.

She will uncover the truth behind her parents’ deaths and make every schemer pay in blood.

She will become the head of the Shi clan, and no one coveting the main branch’s property will ever dare entertain such delusions again.

“Who says women cannot lead a clan? In ancient times, Fu Hao campaigned in all directions and helped Wu Ding establish the Shang dynasty. In more recent times, Xian Furen guarded Lingnan and protected a hundred years of peace. And Liang Hongyu beat the war drums against the Jin, her drums shaking mountains and rivers. I, Shi Juntang, will let the world know that when women lead a clan, they can bring prosperity to the family. When women stand above men, they can bring peace to the world.”

“This world is a chessboard in which everyone is a piece. And the rules of this world are the same for men and women alike. It all depends on who better understands how to move the pieces and lay out the board.”

Shi Mingcheng, who had no blood relation to her, woke from a nightmare and dreamed that he had become a monk because of Shi Juntang’s tragic death. He had cultivated bitterly for thirty years, recited scriptures by the ten thousand, and lit eight thousand ever-burning lamps, yet he still could not bring back even a wisp of her soul.

In this life, he will protect her well.