PFC Chapter 1: Soul Transmigrates into the Fifth Daughter of the Wen Family
Chapter 1: Soul Transmigrates into the Fifth Daughter of the Wen Family
"Hey, hey, Fifth Sister has been sleeping for three days, why isn't she awake yet?"
"It's past noon, so it's been four days."
In an antique-style room, two girls sat by the bed, whispering to each other while constantly fanning the girl lying on the bed.
Wenwen felt a pleasant breeze blowing, and heard two melodious voices talking beside her. It was not noisy at all, but rather exceptionally pleasant to listen to. She was actually a little confused about the situation and slowly opened her eyes.
A beautiful gauze curtain came into view, its understated yet luxurious pink hue startling her. She blinked, wondering where she was and what had happened. What was wrong with her?
My mind is filled with three questions.
"Fifth Sister, Fifth Sister, you're awake?"
"Fifth sister!"
Hearing the two girls' voices, Wenwen turned her head to look at the bedside. It was a room decorated by girls, filled with a fresh and elegant fragrance. The two girls sat in front of the bed, each holding a round fan.
The girl holding the purple fan, whose face was originally full of worry, immediately brightened up when she saw her wake up, her worry turning into surprise.
The girl with the red fan, a hint of joy flashing across her composed face, didn't wait for Wenwen to look at her any longer before tossing out, "I'm going to call Grandmother," and turning to run outside.
"Fifth Sister, are you thirsty? Second Sister will get you some water. Just a moment, I'll be right there."
The girl with the purple fan beamed with a smile. After pouring the water, she limped over to the bedside, bent down, put her arm around Wenwen's shoulder, and helped her up.
"Fifth Sister, drink up, there's more if you're not full."
Wenwen was stunned. It had been a long time since someone had fed her water, so the feeling was a little unfamiliar and made her feel a little uncomfortable. She subconsciously took the water cup with both hands.
The moment her palm touched the bottom of the water glass, a sharp pain shot into her mind. The next second, a series of images were forcibly injected into her mind, one after another, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, somewhat chaotic. An unfamiliar memory took root in her mind.
Wenwen suddenly realized that she had traveled through time and had come to live in a wonderful era.
The original owner of this body was also named Wenwen. She was the granddaughter of General Wen of Zhongzhao State, and was the fifth in her family. She was known as the Fifth Sister.
At the age of five, he suffered a head injury in an accident and suddenly became mentally disabled.
The Wen family had many children and grandchildren, many of whom were intelligent and clever. However, the whole family cherished her and never looked down on her. They took her with them everywhere they went, and even when they fought with others or were ridiculed, they would never let her suffer any injustice.
Her older brothers, sisters, and younger brothers and sisters all treated her like a precious gem. Even though she was already ten years old, and despite her unpredictable mood swings, they treated her like a child.
But fate is unpredictable.
You can't guard against thieves for a thousand days if you're a thief for a thousand days.
A few days ago, Wenwen went to the Luo family's banquet with her sisters. She was pushed hard off the rockery and was seriously injured. She was unconscious for several days and could not escape the arrangement of fate.
After processing these fragmented memories, Wenwen couldn't help but feel sorry for the original owner of the body. Her family had been so kind to her, yet she was unable to enjoy it.
On second thought, now that she's transmigrated, she'll be the one to enjoy all these blessings from now on. How can it feel like she's stealing someone else's good fortune?
"Fifth Sister, does your head still hurt? Do you want some water? Are you hungry?"
The girl's concerned voice interrupted Wenwen's thoughts. She looked at the girl, who had scars on her face and an injury on her left leg. She had been hopping around when she went to get water.
Hearing her words, Wenwen sighed inwardly that this girl didn't cherish herself enough, and her sisterly behavior was about to kick in again.
Wenwen tugged at the girl's sleeve, "Second sister, sit down quickly, be careful not to hurt your foot."
She was an orphan in her past life, and only had one true friend. She was always the one taking care of others, and never enjoyed being taken care of by others.
I took advantage of my friend's vacation and made plans to go hiking with her.
Where there are mountains, there are temples. The weather on the mountain is ever-changing. Suddenly it rains, and they go into the dilapidated temple to take shelter. When they are bored, the two play Truth or Dare. They don't know which sentence they said wrong, but the thunder god was furious and a bolt of lightning struck down the dilapidated temple. At the critical moment, she pushed her friend out of the dilapidated temple. As a result, she turned into a lump of charcoal.
She thought her short life would end without any achievements, but Thor, being kind-hearted, sent her here.
Let her become the beloved, foolish child of the Wen family.
She longed to be loved by her family, to be with them forever! Wasn't this the wish she had made in her past life? Thor had treated her fairly well.
Thinking of this, Wenwen felt excited, and a hint of anticipation appeared on her indifferent face.
"Second sister, does the injury on your face still hurt?"
The girl with the purple fan didn't reply, but glanced at Wenwen.
Wenwen's heart skipped a beat. Had he been exposed so quickly? Surely not. Was Thor unreliable?
"Fifth Sister, are you still blaming your Second Sister? Your Second Sister didn't fall on purpose. I wanted to run fast and catch you, but... but I just had to fall."
Oh dear, with such heavy breathing, she thought she had accidentally given herself away!
However, the fragments in her mind confirmed that someone had deliberately tripped her second sister, causing her to fall. It was fortunate she fell; otherwise, if her second sister had run to catch her, both of them would have been in danger. Falling from such a height, even the cushions underneath wouldn't have fared well.
"Second sister, what are you saying? How could I possibly blame you?"
"You really don't blame me?"
"Not at all!"
Upon hearing this, the girl with the purple fan relaxed her tense shoulders.
The two sisters looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
"Oh dear, Grandmother, slow down! Fifth Sister can't run away. Watch your step!"
Wenwen heard the sound coming from outside the door and subconsciously looked towards the doorway.
An elderly lady hurried in from outside the door. She was the original owner's grandmother, and at this moment, she was also her grandmother, the old lady of the Wen family (Mu Huashan). She had a kind and amiable appearance, dressed in an elegant but understated crimson dress, and was leaning on a cane. She looked anxious.
The old lady was followed closely by the girl with the red fan, who kept calling out, "Grandmother, slow down!"
The two entered the room one after the other.
Wenwen looked at the old lady standing in front of her in surprise, her heart suddenly clenched, her nose felt sore and swollen, and her eyes also felt uncomfortable.
Perhaps this was the original owner's emotion, and she felt it deeply.
Suppressing her complicated feelings, Wenwen called out, "Grandmother!"
Madam Wen stepped forward and grabbed Wenwen's hand.
"You're finally awake, child. Is there any pain anywhere? Are you hungry or thirsty?"
Wenwen!
Should she drink? Should she be hungry?
She had just woken up, probably less than five minutes ago, and had only seen three people in total. Two of them immediately asked if she was hungry or thirsty. Those who knew her understood that she had been unconscious for three days without eating a single grain of rice, while those who didn't would have thought she was a glutton.
She longed for her family's love, but Thor was being a bit too honest. He had just met his family and was already showering her with their affection.
Does she accept everything, or does she accept everything?
Wenwen stopped her wandering thoughts, patted the old lady's back, and gently reassured her, "Grandmother, don't worry, I'm fine. Second Sister just poured me some water, I'm not thirsty, as for..."
The girl with the red fan hurriedly interrupted her, "Before leaving, I asked Yu to go to the kitchen and bring over some congee quickly."
Wenwen winked at the girl with the red fan, "Thank you, Third Sister."
"You're welcome!"
Madam Wen looked Wenwen up and down, then lovingly patted her head, her eyes full of worry.
"Wen'er, tell your grandmother honestly, is there anything that's bothering you?"
One second she was enjoying the care of her family, the next she was dumbfounded because a stiff, mechanical voice suddenly popped into her mind.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, the system space has been successfully activated.]
[Friendly reminder: General Wen has colluded with foreign enemies on the front lines, causing the border defenses to fall. He is currently being escorted back to the capital. The Emperor has ordered the imprisonment of the Wen family pending trial. The raiding party will arrive soon; there are only two hours left.]
Wenwen!
What kind of constitution does she have? She's only been awake for less than ten minutes, hasn't even left the bed, and her feet haven't even touched the ground yet, and she's already in big trouble?
Or maybe Thor could try a different location.
Thinking of this, Wenwen looked out the window at the sky. She really hoped that Thor would change the location again. Her thoughts drifted a little far away, and she stared blankly.
"Wen'er, don't frighten your grandmother. What's wrong with you? Qiong'er, quick, go and call the doctor."
Hearing her grandmother's voice, Wenwen snapped out of her reverie.
"Third sister, come back, come back quickly, no need to call the doctor!"
After stopping the girl with the red fan (Third Sister), she hurriedly comforted the old man.
"Grandma, Grandma, I'm fine, I'm really fine."
To convince the old woman, she pounded her chest twice.
"Oh dear, Fifth Sister, what's wrong with you!"
Madam Wen grabbed her hand and said reproachfully, "Silly child, why are you squeezing so hard?"
Seeing the three people in front of her looking distressed, Wenwen felt a surge of emotion.
She would leave all the love and care the original owner had given her for the rest of her life, and she was determined to repay this great kindness with sincerity.