The rebellious daughter is spoiled by the disabled boss

Her breath became weaker and weaker, and her resentment grew. Jiang Yuechu's heart was filled with resentment, and she wished she could tear Lin Miaoer into pieces, but her eyelids became heavier and heavier until her pupils dilated.

A breeze blew on her face. Jiang Yuechu suddenly opened her eyes and looked around. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the familiar scenes around her.

She is back again.

In the third year of Jing'an, Lin Zhizhi slipped and fell into the water and hit her head. When she woke up, she found herself in darkness. She could see everything in front of her, but no matter how she shouted, no one responded.

It was not until a few days later that she realized that her body had been taken over by someone else. That person said strange things, saying that she was not from this time and space, but came from the modern era and was a time traveler.

Lin Zhizhi didn't understand what was happening, nor did he understand why he was trapped here for no reason, watching her occupy his body for eight years.

And today is the day when she breaks through the obstacles and takes back her body.

Beyond the window sill, her favorite purple bamboo was planted in the yard. After eight years, everything she was familiar with seemed so strange.

Everything she had was taken away by Lin Miaoer who came from another world.

The plain screen in the room was replaced with valuable calligraphy and paintings, the zither that she had treasured since childhood was also damaged, and even the maids who had always followed her were replaced by her.

"Miss, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Hearing the noise in the room, the maid guarding outside the door hurried into the room.

So that's how it is. This is the style that the reborn girl uses when facing the time-traveling girl.

But how could a book spirit be born from such a book?

Looking at the maid who entered the room, Jiang Yuchu was stunned for a few seconds.

Jiang Yuechu knew that her name was Nianxin. She was a girl that Lin Miaoer suddenly brought back from outside a few days after she took possession of her body. It took her mother several days to persuade her to keep her.

"Nothing, can parents come back home?"

Nian Xin stared at the young lady in front of her in a daze, "The master and his wife are on their way here. They heard that the young lady was injured, so they hurried back to the mansion."

Jiang Yuchu didn't say anything else. He sat upright on the couch and looked through the books he had found from the bookcase earlier. These books were very new. Lin Miaoer bought them specially to show off in front of her parents.

Not long after, my mother came back.

As gentle as ever, she sat on the soft couch intimately, holding Jiang Yuechu's hand and looking around, "You, no matter how much you love the Fourth Prince, you shouldn't do this. What will happen if he gets hurt?"

In the previous life, he only saw his parents once before being trapped to death in the palace by Lin Miao'er. He felt a surge of grievances in his heart, and his nose felt sore. He couldn't help but hugged her, "Mom, Azhi misses you so much."

"You, I haven't seen you for just a few days. Do you want money to buy something again?" Xu Wanrou patted Jiang Yuchu's back gently.

Jiang Yuchu buried herself in Xu Wanrou's arms, not knowing how to start the conversation. How should she tell her mother that the person who had been living with her parents for the past eight years was not her?

"Mom, Azhi knows she was wrong. Azhi will be obedient in the future, Azhi..." Before she could finish her words, her mother suddenly pushed her away. She supported herself on the couch with her hands and looked at her mother in confusion.

Xu Wanrou's face was pale, and her voice was trembling, "You, you are not my Zhizhi, who are you..."

Jiang Yuchu felt that her acting skills were not that bad. How could she be recognized at the first sight?

Xu Wanrou looked at Jiang Yuchu with a very strange look in her eyes. It didn't seem like she was looking at her own daughter, but rather as if she was looking at an enemy.

Faintly, Jiang Yuechu saw black air coming out from Xu Wanrou's head. She shook her head and sighed, then with a wave of her hand, she knocked out the book spirit hidden in Xu Wanrou's body.

The moment Shu Ling came out of Xu Wanrou's body, his face was full of disbelief, "How could this happen?"

Jiang Yuechu snorted coldly and looked the book spirit up and down. "The resentment is not that strong. Now that you have spiritual energy, you should practice well. It's wrong for you to come out and harm others."

The book spirit never thought that someone would enter the book to find her. She clearly hadn't done that yet.

"This matter has nothing to do with you. Please leave immediately. I will not harm your life."

Jiang Yuechu curled her lips indifferently, "You have to have the ability to do that."

The book spirit knew very well that the person in front of her was very powerful and did not dare to confront him head-on. Her eyes moved. In the book, she was the strongest person!

"Show me what you've been through."

As Shu Ling spoke, the Yin energy around him suddenly surged, and he used the greatest spiritual power in his life to attack Jiang Yuchu. Scenes came to his mind one after another, making Shu Ling sigh with emotion.

How could someone go through so many things that are inhumane?

The scene was like watching a novel about traveling through time and space, it was simply jaw-dropping.

Jiang Yuchu did not move either, but looked at Shu Ling quietly. It happened that she also wanted to know some things, and with Shu Ling's help, perhaps she could find the key.

The scene in front of her gradually changed. Jiang Yuechu emptied her body and placed herself under the control of the book spirit. Everything she had experienced in the past flashed before her eyes. In the void, her consciousness was sent to an unknown place.

Her name was still Jiang Yuechu, and when she opened her eyes again, she had arrived at a fortune-telling street.

Memories came back to her. She came here because she wanted to ask the master for a love spell so that she could reconcile with her boyfriend.

As his consciousness was drawn along, Jiang Yuechu discovered that there was a fortune-telling stall in the most hidden corner at the end of the street. The man tending the stall was a man in his fifties with a goatee, wearing a Taoist robe and a pair of round black glasses on the tip of his nose.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Yuechu walked towards the fortune-telling Taoist priest and sat opposite him uncomfortably.

"Hello..."

Before he could finish his words, the Taoist fortune teller pulled out a stick from the paper sticks in a row on the table and said, "When fate comes, it ends. Girl, your fate has not yet arrived."

Jiang Yuchu, who originally didn't really believe in this thing, was inexplicably attracted by this sentence.

"Master, I, I really have emotional problems, is there any way to solve it?"

The fortune-teller Taoist smiled intriguingly, raised his hand and pointed to the distance, "Girl, keep walking along this road, and you will meet your soulmate. That is the destination of your destiny."

The destination of fate?

Jiang Yuechu looked back at the fortune-teller Taoist priest with some confusion, but there was no figure in front of him, and a thick layer of dust accumulated on the empty table.

What about people?

Is she seeing a ghost?

Out of respect, Jiang Yuechu took a hundred yuan and placed it on the table, then pressed it with a stone.

According to what the master had just told her, she searched all the way there, but the crowd was surging and she stared at every passerby like a lunatic.

She wouldn't be deceived, right?

Having gained nothing, Jiang Yuechu began to doubt what the fortune teller said. He turned back angrily, wanting to cause trouble and get his money back.

As she turned around, a tall figure blocked Jiang Yuechu's way. She was caught off guard and bumped into his arms. When she looked up, she saw that it was an old man who was probably in his seventies.