The Southern Kingdom, Residence of the Duke of Westbrook

Miss Emily Westbrook from the Duke's household commanded a group of servants to throw a dying woman out of the door.

"Cheap woman! Take your illegitimate child and get lost!"

"If it weren't for the young lady's plea to spare your life, you, a fake heiress who dared to plot against her, would deserve a thousand deaths!"

"Don’t pretend to be dead! If you dirty the Duke's floors, I won’t let you off!"

...

Pain.

Emily's head was throbbing; it felt like it was about to explode.

Hold on.

She was undergoing a tribulation, betrayed by a scumbag who destroyed her life's alchemy furnace, causing her to fail her tribulation. Did she... survive?

Emily abruptly opened her eyes.

Only to see a fluffy 'object' pouncing straight at her.

"Um"

Emily instinctively tried to stop it, but she was too weak and got a full embrace from it.

"Mother!"

The ear-splitting cries of an infant echoed.

Emily frowned, a flood of complex information suddenly filling her mind.

Emily, bearing the same name, belonged to a spiritual god’s bloodline that was seen once every thousand years.

Despite being presented as the legitimate daughter of the Duke of Westbrook, she was, in reality, merely a child that the Duke had abducted from a rural huntsman for her blood, all to ensure his true daughter, Lily's, survival!

Emily was born with an incomplete soul, a little foolish and compliant to the Duke’s every whim. She was brainwashed into protecting the true heiress Lily, and every mischievous act committed by Lily was placed on Emily's shoulders. Consequently, her reputation was tarnished, and she was shunned by everyone.

That is, until she met the Seventh Prince, Alexander!

Alexander, who was both exceptionally talented and devilishly handsome. Emily had secretly given her heart to him, resolving herself no longer to cover for Lily. Instead, she fell into Lily's trap and was drugged, ending up in the arms of a stranger. Subsequently, she gave birth to a creature—it was a fluffy humanoid with beast ears and a tail, but with a human face and limbs!

The birth of this creature resulted in Emily's inability to produce any more of the Spiritual God’s blood.

Three days ago, the last drop of her spiritual blood had been drained, and Lily had taken the opportunity to leave with the seventh prince to the much-coveted Dan Sect.

And she was publicly exposed by the Duke's mansion for being a counterfeit heiress!

Accusing her of harming Lily!

While the original host tried to defend herself, nobody believed her.

In order to protect their reputation, the Duke didn't kick her out but allowed the servants to maltreat her. Just last night, she was thrown into the pond. Falling sick with a high fever after catching a chill, she was thrown out by the Duke for fear of her dying in the mansion—bringing bad luck!

"Too noisy!"

"Go and drive them away now!"

Emily stared at the mother and child on the ground with disgust.

The servants came over, clapping their hands together eagerly.

Emily put the child aside, slowly standing up with the support of the ground. She eyed the servants warily.

Her body was so weak, devoid of any spirit power, and her spiritual energy had not fully recovered. It can only be used once.

Just as Emily was waiting for the right opportunity to strike...

"Halt!"

A loud voice rang out from behind her.

Everyone turned to look, only to see a ragged, draughty donkey cart barging in.

"You're my little sister, right? I'm your fourth elder brother!"

The dirty, black-dressed coachman jumped down, leaping in front of Emily, his face full of excitement, "I've finally found you!"

Emily took a step back, staring at the man with guarded eyes. His spiritual energy had reached level three!

At this time, she was no match for him.

"Little sister, don't be afraid. The reason I look like this is just because I was struck by lightning on the way here. I'm not this dark usually."

John scratched his head in embarrassment, and when he smiled, his big, white teeth blazed brightly.

He emanated an energy of lightning and a tang of blood, leading Emily to believe he wasn’t lying. But... fourth brother?

Could it be that the original owner's immediate family members have heard the news and are now searching for him?

At the entrance, Emily looked on with a face full of mockery, "Struck by lightning in broad daylight, you must have committed a heinous sin!"

It seemed as though John had only just noticed Emily's presence.

"So you're the ones who took in my little sister?"

"I'm so 'grateful,' my father said he would find the time to personally come and visit."

A smile remained on John's face, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

The word "grateful" was emphasized heavily.

Emily saw his ragged and dirty clothes, which made him look like a begging monk on the streets. She was filled with disgust.

"Visit? You destitute people dare to call it a visit?"

"The Duke's House does not welcome you!"

"Get lost now!"

It seemed as though Emily feared he would become a burden to the Duke's House, quickly shutting the front door.

Bang!

As the sound reverberated, John cast a deep look at the four characters "Westbrook Duke's House".

Then, he casually tossed a few misfortune talismans into the mix.

“Sister, you've been wronged. Don't worry, we brothers will get justice for you!” said John solemnly.

Emily responded coldly, “How are you so sure I am your sister?”

John pulled a piece of blood jade from his bosom.

Almost the moment he took it out, the piece of blood jade desperately wriggled free and drilled itself into Emily’s forehead.

Emily had no chance to stop it.

The next moment, her soul felt a long-lost familiarity and warmth.

This blood jade could nourish her soul!

And it had a connection with her soul!

John grinned, his white teeth gleaming, a triumphant smile on his face, “Third Brother predicted this. Due to our family's ancestral Blood Jade guidance, we both suffered a heavenly tribulation for it, so how could we be wrong?”

Emily's eyes flickered.

Could it be the reason why he was struck by lightning was because of this?

“Let's go, we should head back to the inn first.”

Saying this, John hopped onto the donkey cart, “The news from home came urgent and Westbrook is far from us. Only Third Brother and I rushed over here, Third Brother is still waiting for news at the inn.”

Emily nodded in acknowledgement.

Suddenly, her legs were clasped onto. She looked down.

"Mom!"

The little boy's face was streaked with tears, gazing at her in panic, "No, don't leave the little monster, the little monster is obedient weep weep."

His fluffy beast ears drooped down, his eyes were a reddish hue, akin to a frightened little bunny. He stared at her, seemingly terrified of being abandoned. The sight of his scared and helpless