[1] Transmigrated Into a World of Villains

That night, Concubine Xin woke from a dream, sitting up in shock.

"Master, master."

The Great Uncle, whenever he heard "master," would involuntarily be frightened, "What's on fire now?"

"It's me."

The Great Uncle: ...

"Wake up. I dreamed of a huge apple tree and went to pick apples, but they were all gone. Suddenly, a star fell from the sky, and I caught it. It fell into my arms, and then... I kept hearing a mystical voice saying, 'The God of Literature has descended, the God of Literature has descended.' I heard that pregnant women often have prophetic dreams. Master, could our child be the God of Literature?"

The Great Uncle looked bewildered and scratched his head.

"Master, I'm talking to you."

"I... I think I also dreamed of a star, but I don't remember the details. No matter what, our child is a treasure to us. Go back to sleep; dreams can be anything."

No one saw the characters, which the Great Uncle had secretly buried in the foundation, glowing with golden light.

Under the dark night, the stars shone brightly.

"The God of Literature, the place where the golden light shines is where you will be reborn," said the old man's deep voice.

A shooting star fell from the night sky, quietly landing in the Duke's residence, vanishing from sight.

—

Tonight is exceptionally tumultuous for the Prince Han's residence.

All day long, the Princess Han's cries have not ceased.

The reason is that Di Hongluan has been incredibly unlucky these past few days.

For three whole days, the Prince Han's residence has been on the brink of collapse.

Yesterday, Di Hongluan was stabbed and then had her leg broken. Today, she finally woke up, only to fall into a lake and nearly drown.

Di Hongluan was tortured to the point of exhaustion, almost too weak to cry.

In the room, the Princess Han hovered by the bed, mumbling, "Luan'er, your wheelchair is faulty. With your leg, you can't walk now. I'll find a carpenter to make a new one for you."

Di Hongluan replied expressionlessly, "My wheelchair is fine. It's better than those made by carpenters with over twenty years of experience."

"If it was fine, how did it slide into the lake?"

Di Hongluan closed her eyes in despair.

She had been pushing her wheelchair by the lake when it malfunctioned and slid uncontrollably into the water. She had been terrified at the time.

After all, she was limping on one leg.

This was all caused by the backlash talisman.

But could she tell her mother that her current plight was due to her secretly trying to teach Di Jiaoyang a lesson?

Of course not.

Her mother's loose lips worried her that the incident might be exposed and affect the Prince Han's residence.

"Mother, after today, I'll be fine." Today was the third day, the time when the backlash talisman would lose its effect.

Backstabbing, a crippled leg, drowning...