Kill That Transmigrator Woman - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – Reborn

Cui Wanwan was dead.
She died in March, when the peach blossoms were in full bloom.

At that time, spring was in the air, all things were reviving, and the world was at peace.
The mountains were covered in blooming flowers, bursting with vibrant colors—truly a beautiful sight. In the kingdom of Northern Lin, where long, cold winters dominated most of the year, such a spectacle was a rare occurrence.

And it was on this rare spring day that Cui Wanwan died, in a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city.
Above her were shattered tiles and broken beams, and all around were crumbling, drafty walls.
The last thing she saw before she died was a patch of bright blue sky peeking through the broken roof.

To die in such a warm and blossoming season felt like a bit of a pity.
She thought to herself, Today is even my birthday.

Yet even after her death, her corpse was left to rot, and no one ever came to collect her body.

———

“The young miss’s body is weak. She’ll need medicine and some time to recover.”
“Thank you for your trouble.”

Dazed and disoriented, Cui Wanwan vaguely heard these few sentences. The voices were incredibly familiar.

Her eyelids felt like they were weighed down by heavy stones. After what felt like an eternity, her muddled consciousness slowly began to clear.

Before she could open her eyes, her fingers twitched slightly. Then, excited and eager voices erupted around her—everyone speaking at once, a jumble of sounds.

Cui Wanwan forced her eyes open, thinking: So even someone as vicious as me can be reincarnated after death?

She still remembered how that woman had cursed her—saying that someone as cruel and heartless as her would fall into the eighteenth level of hell after death, suffer torment for all eternity, and never find peace.

And yet… she’d actually been given another chance?

If her new body had even a bit of strength, she would’ve thrown her head back and laughed aloud—to let out all the bitterness pent up inside her.

Wait—was reincarnation now something you could do without even drinking Meng Po¹’s soup?

“Wanwan! My sweet girl, you’re finally awake! Your father was worried sick!” A middle-aged man’s voice rang out.

The moment she heard that all-too-familiar voice, Cui Wanwan’s body stiffened.
She suddenly sat bolt upright from the bed.

Because her body was still weak and not yet recovered, suddenly sitting up like that brought on another wave of dizziness. She fell backward, and luckily, the person in front of her caught her by the back in time.

When Cui Wanwan clearly saw the person in front of her, her mind blanked for a moment.
Her beautiful eyes widened in shock, her pale lips slightly parted, as if she had just suffered a blow.

She was still alive?
How could that be?

“Wanwan, is there anywhere you still feel unwell? Tell your mother,” said a beautiful woman gently, raising a hand to touch Cui Wanwan’s thin cheek. She then adjusted the blanket for her, her eyes full of motherly affection.

This scene, to Cui Wanwan—who had already died once—felt like a memory from another lifetime.

It had probably been… many, many years since she had last received love or care from her parents.

Ever since that woman had appeared, her life as a noble daughter from a prestigious family had been turned upside down. What was once within reach had become unattainable, and even what she once held in her hands slipped away in an instant. Everything she had was stripped from her.

Her entire life had been filled with nothing but bleakness and sorrow.

“Father, your daughter feels a bit tired,” Cui Wanwan said with a blank expression, as if something had just occurred to her. The people in front of her didn’t notice anything unusual. In Father and Mother Cui’s eyes, their beloved daughter was just waking from a serious illness, weak and in need of rest.

“Alright, alright. Then your mother and I won’t disturb our sweet girl’s rest. If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, remember to call the servants,” Father Cui said, heart aching. He patted her head several times before reluctantly leaving the room.

Once everyone had left, Cui Wanwan leaned against the bed, staring at the teacup on the table for a long while before finally calling out,

“Someone, come.”

With a creak, the door opened. A maid walked up to the bed and bowed her head respectfully.
“This servant is here. What are Second Miss’s instructions?”

Cui Wanwan looked up. “So it’s Fuqu.”

A trace of coldness flickered in her eyes. This little maid—she remembered her all too well.

Just seeing her instantly brought back memories from her previous life.

“Fuqu, how old are you this year?” Cui Wanwan asked casually, her fingers lightly brushing the golden velvet quilt covering her. It was made from the finest materials. She couldn’t even remember when or where she had last touched something like this.

“Your servant is fourteen this year,” Fuqu answered obediently, though she didn’t quite understand why her young miss was asking.

Cui Wanwan’s fingers paused, resting still for a moment before she slowly resumed tracing the delicate patterns embroidered in golden thread.

“I see. You may go,” she said, her voice eerily calm—like a deep, cold ancient well. It was the kind of tone that made it seem as though nothing anyone said could stir her emotions, as if she were utterly detached from the world.

After Fuqu retreated—

Cui Wanwan suddenly lowered her head and began to laugh.
But as she laughed, tears streamed down her face.

She had actually been reborn!

Reborn back to when she was twelve years old.
That ungrateful white-eyed wolf had always been two years older than her, and had served by her side since they were young. If she was fourteen now, then Cui Wanwan must be twelve.

That year, while playing and fooling around with Ling Xun, she had accidentally fallen into a pond. It happened to be during a spell of unseasonal cold in early spring, and she immediately came down with a serious chill. She was bedridden for a long time, unable to walk, and had to drink bitter medicine every single day.

Her body only began to recover after half a year of painstaking care.

She remembered how Ling Xun had been terrified at the time—he was just a young boy, full of guilt and sorrow. He somehow found a bundle of thorny vines and came to her, kneeling to ask for forgiveness.
In the end, she hadn’t held it against him.

Firstly, because he was, after all, the heir of a noble house. Though the Cui family came from a lineage of scholars and was among the esteemed families of the court, they still couldn’t compare with the status and prestige of a titled heir.

Secondly, Ling Xun had been her childhood companion—they had grown up together, side by side.

Now, Cui Wanwan had returned to that year.
But unlike her previous life, this time she didn’t feel seriously ill. It seemed that whatever lingering effects the fall into the pond had caused had vanished the moment she was reborn—everything had been reset.

In her past life, Cui Wanwan began as the pampered daughter of a noble household.
But everything changed when she encountered a woman from another world.

In contrast to that woman’s purity, kindness, brilliance, and intelligence, she—Cui Wanwan—became like a stone in a filthy ditch: foul, hard, and capable of injuring everyone around her. People grew to hate and despise her.

Everything she once had, if Wei Qingyu so much as took an interest, it would immediately slip through Cui Wanwan’s fingers.

Anything at all: if Wei Qingyu laid a hand on it, it would effortlessly become a masterpiece remembered for generations.
Whenever she appeared, every gaze would be drawn to her.

At the Empress Dowager’s birthday banquet, the pipa performance Cui Wanwan had studied for years was crushed under the brilliance of Wei Qingyu’s guqin, rendered utterly worthless.

In truth, Cui Wanwan had never wanted to compete with Wei Qingyu for anything.
If she wanted to be that dazzling sun in the sky, then Cui Wanwan was content to be her own radiant star.

But Wei Qingyu insisted on taking what belonged to her.

Until the day Wei Qingyu stomped and shattered her finger bones, looked down at her with her chin proudly lifted, and said with confidence and pride,

“So what if you’re heaven’s favored daughter? I’m a university student from the 21st century, a chosen one with a system. You can’t beat me—you’ll always lose, and lose completely!”

“Well? How does it feel to be despised and abandoned by those you love most? Hurts, doesn’t it? I’m the female lead. Your role was always to be the vicious supporting character—my stepping stone.”

For the longest time, Cui Wanwan couldn’t understand why a stranger she had never met would harbor such deep hostility toward her.
By the time she learned the truth, it was already too late.

Her proud spine had been broken.
Her once-beautiful face, which she had always been proud of, was ruined—scarred and pitted by the bone-melting potion Wei Qingyu concocted.

She fell from the clouds, crushed into the mud, struggling to breathe as she was trampled without mercy.

And all of it… was nothing more than a game of stolen affection for the woman from another world.

Wei Qingyu disliked her, and suddenly everyone began to hate her too.
She didn’t want to hand over something she cherished to Wei Qingyu, and was met with her own brother pointing at her nose, scolding her.

She rejected Wei Qingyu’s fake gestures of kindness with cold indifference, and in return, received slaps from her parents and their disgust.

When she once said, “Wei Qingyu is a vile woman,” what she got in return were broken legs and shattered hands. She could no longer train in martial arts, and could never again play the pipa she loved most.

And when she said those words, it was right after her husband had divorced her… and turned around to marry Wei Qingyu.

If he didn’t love her, why marry her in the first place?
Because he wanted the Cui family’s support.
Because he wanted to preserve his image of righteousness and virtue.

In the end, everyone condemned her as cruel, selfish, and malicious—said she deserved her fate, that it was heaven’s justice.

But what had she really done wrong?

Even a child will resist when someone tries to take away what they love.
So why wasn’t she allowed to?

—
Meng Po¹ – (Chinese folk religion) Meng Po, goddess who gives a potion soup to souls before they are reincarnated, which makes them forget their previous life.