"Can’t you understand? Kneel down and clean up the shattered cup you broke on the floor. Or get out—disgusting bastard."

The twelve-year-old young master of House Langwendi trembled violently, wailing as he fled his sister’s room.

That evening, the Langwendi family’s young lady was summoned for questioning.

Centuries ago, the ancestors of the Langwendi Family founded a house meant to wield boundless wealth and lofty status. Yet worn down by time and the incompetence of past heads, it slowly crumbled.

Now, the family’s first heir—the sweet-faced Miss Liang Lin Langwendi—stood behind the long table, chin lifted high, eyes sharp with disdain. Clad in a burgundy court gown, a delicate feather fan in hand, she radiated noble grace and quiet arrogance.

"Liang Lin, why are you bullying your younger brother?"

The current head of House Langwendi, Auston Langwendi—Liang Lin’s father—wore a deeply troubled frown.

"A bastard born of a lowly maid isn’t worthy of my room. If you called me here not for dinner but for interrogation, I’ll take my leave."

Liang Lin turned away, ignoring the calls behind her as if she hadn’t heard a word, and walked calmly back to her chamber.

Auston gripped the chair back, temples throbbing.

"What’s happened to her? Six months ago, she was so gentle… How did she become like this?"

Liang Lin’s transformation began six months prior—with the Sotran Empire’s defeat.

On the battlefield, the empire’s youngest, most valiant, and nobly born Marquis fell. Eyes locked open in defiance, he stared at the azure sky stained crimson by his own blood, a gleaming longsword buried in his chest.

In a blink—the scene shifted. The blood-red sky became an ornate ceiling. His body felt strangely light.

"Hah! Did your sister crack her head?"

Taunting laughter pounded in the Marquis’s skull. Annoyed, she sat up—and froze. In the hallway mirror, a disheveled girl with raven hair spilled across the floor, skin smooth as white jade, crimson eyes glistening with tears, lips like rosebuds. Sweet… until the Marquis lifted her gaze, murder flickering in her eyes. In an instant, the girl’s aura twisted—from Snow White to wicked queen.

*Who… is this?*

Foreign memories surged—ending with a shove down the stairs by her younger brother.

The jeers grew louder.

"Your sister’s so dumb, hahaha—"

She didn’t grasp the situation, but this body obeyed her will. The Marquis adapted fast. *Surely God’s blessing—a rebirth to fulfill what I left undone.*

Mocking voices swirled, laced with insults. Memories revealed: Liang Lin had been a quiet, obedient noble girl, endlessly bullied by bastards and siblings.

*Ah… the fallen House Langwendi’s daughter.*

*Ah… a pitiful, timid noble girl.*

*Time to silence these brats.*

Liang Lin rose unsteadily, looming over the children, a eerie smile curling her lips.

"Edwin Langwendi," she murmured, "consider this a gift from your elder sister."

*Slap!*

The sharp blow struck Edwin’s tender cheek. He stumbled back, collapsed onto the floor—laughter dead, tears trapped, utterly stunned.

Silence fell. Every child’s face froze in shock and fear.

Liang Lin stepped forward, seized Edwin’s collar, yanked him up like a chick—*slap!*—another stinging blow.

"Since Father and your lowly mother won’t discipline you… I will. Filthy bastard."

"…"

"Waaah~!"

His wails echoed through the manor.

The poor youngest son of House Langwendi met his match on his very first attempt to bully his elder sister.

Confused servants believed the favored boy’s tale—that the young lady had attacked Edwin. Liang Lin couldn’t be bothered to explain.

From that day, the title "villainess young lady" began to sprout. It solidified after Liang Lin’s biting remarks at noble tea parties, and whispers spread: *She made servants crawl on the floor like dogs.* Soon, "villainess young lady" echoed across aristocratic circles.

Until—Liang Di Langwendi’s arrival.