Rebirth of an Idle Noblewoman || LK Adaptation

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑰

Jeon Lian’s face was a pale mess after the elders stormed off. “T-Tzuyu, what were they talking about?”

His voice was strained. For the past few days, he had been acting overly pompous and arrogant due to his daughter’s fame. Even the well-respected elders had to bow down to him, which further inflated his ego. His arrogance explained why he had the guts to lead a bunch of goons all the way to Peace Manor.

But, what happened to these elders today? Why were they so openly hostile toward Tzuyu?

Jeon Lian felt that there was something off about this. What the elder said at the end sent chills up his spine. Turning around, he looked at his beloved daughter and asked with a trembling voice, “Did you do something bad this time?”

At this point, Tzuyu couldn’t care less about Jeon Lian. Her face was completely drained of color and her expression was that of complete disbelief. Picking up her phone, she intended to dial a number with her shaking fingers but before she could do so, the middle of her palm suddenly started emitting dark smoke. In the next moment, everything turned into ash.

“No, no, that wouldn’t happen…” Tzuyu watched her phone crumble apart as darkness filled her vision. She was on the brink of losing consciousness but in the nick of time, she bit down on the tip of her tongue. All of a sudden, her mouth was filled with the distinct metallic taste of blood. This way, she would not fall unconscious. If that were to happen though, she’d go past the point of return.

Although that person no longer cared about her, she was still known to many as god’s descendant. As long as she possessed this title, she would still be undefeated.

Her mind calmed down when she reminded herself of this. She slumped down onto her chair and tried to take a sip of tea that was on the table.

However, her hand was shaking so badly that despite multiple attempts, she was unable to complete the simple act of picking up a teacup. Finally, she gave up and loosened her grip.

She remained in a state of fear throughout the night, even though no one came knocking on her door. Tzuyu could not calm down and in fact, the more she tried to do so, the more she panicked. The image of the fuming elder and his bloodshot eyes kept replaying in her mind.

It had been less than twenty-four hours and yet the effects of the elders’ threats had taken its toll on her body. She now seemed more like a dried-up twig than a human.

Just as she was about to break down, the great elder of the Jeon family finally made his appearance. Listlessly, Tzuyu took a good look at the great elder before letting out a great sigh of relief.

“Jeon Tzuyu, Master Dubhe would like to meet you.” The great elder felt no sympathy for Tzuyu despite noticing her deteriorating condition up close.

Tzuyu peered up at him as the corner of her mouth twitched. Silently, she trailed behind the great elder.

Deep down in her heart, she knew that she was about to face her final judgment.

The two of them entered the chamber one after the other. A figure stood in front of the long table, facing away from them. He had a lanky stature and the tan coat he was wearing further highlighted how thin he was. The man also had very long hair that was the color of concentrated black ink.

“Master Dubhe.” The great elder bowed slightly. “Tzuyu has arrived.”

The man snapped out of his reverie. He turned around and watched these two from afar. In the end, his eyes zeroed in on Tzuyu.

“As I have predicted.” A moment later, Dubhe looked down and chuckled to himself quietly. As he had predicted, the familiar aura that he had felt in Tzuyu had already faded. He did not need any more explanation from Lisa. He had a pretty good grasp of what was happening right now.