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Shen Qingyi stood on the steps of the Minister's Residence, gazing at the busy servants and guests who had come to offer their congratulations. A sense of calm enveloped her.
Today marked her coming-of-age ceremony, as well as the day she officially took over the household affairs of the Minister's Residence.
Dressed in a crimson brocade robe with her hair elegantly styled, she exuded an air of confidence that replaced the youthful innocence she once had, embodying the poise of a ruler.
"Miss, all the guests have arrived," Xiao Cui whispered.
Shen Qingyi nodded and turned to walk into the main hall.
Inside, Shen Xiangguo and Madam Shen sat at the head of the table, while Shen Qingyuan stood to one side, his eyes filled with pride.
"Qingyi, from this day forth, you are the Legitimate Eldest Daughter of the Minister's Residence. All matters within and outside the household will be decided by you," Shen Xiangguo said solemnly.
Shen Qingyi bowed respectfully. "I will not disappoint my father's trust."
As she raised her head, her gaze swept across the corner where Shen Qingwan sat—still dressed in plain clothes, her head lowered as she shrank back into the crowd, no longer the proud figure she once was.
Later that night, when all was quiet, Shen Qingyi brought a food box to Shen Qingwan's secluded courtyard.
Pushing open the door, moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the figure curled up on the couch.
Shen Qingwan looked up at the sound, her face haggard like autumn leaves.
"What do you want?" she croaked.
Shen Qingyi set down the food box and took out a plate of Osmanthus Cake. "You are going to Ci Yun Nunnery for your retreat tomorrow. I came to see you off."
Suddenly, Shen Qingwan grabbed the porcelain plate and smashed it on the ground. "Stop pretending! Are you feeling proud now? Have you trampled me into the mud..."
“If I truly wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t have asked Father to spare your life that day.” Shen Qingyi interrupted her, pulling out a jade pendant from her sleeve—the very token left by Shen Qingwan’s mother when they were swapped as infants.
Shen Qingwan's pupils constricted sharply.
“The Abbess of Ci Yun Nunnery has a past connection with your mother.” Shen Qingyi pushed the jade pendant towards her. “In this world, there are still those who genuinely care for you.”
Shen Qingwan trembled as she grasped the pendant, suddenly collapsing onto the table in tears, her sleeves soaked with sorrow.
Three days later, while Shen Qingyi was reviewing accounts in her study, a long-forgotten mechanical voice echoed in her mind:
“Ding! Final task of the Reverse Fate System completed.”
“Host’s fate reversal degree is 100%. Reward obtained: Fate Remolded (permanently retain memories and abilities from this life).”
The ink spread across the rice paper as she stared blankly out at the fluttering flowers.
In her past life, she had been scorned by thousands and cast into a dry well; in this life, the corridor was filled with congratulatory gifts, memories swirling like a revolving lantern.
“Miss?” Xiao Cui entered with freshly tailored garments and noticed her tear-streaked eyes, hurriedly pulling out a handkerchief.
But Shen Qingyi smiled, her fingertips brushing over the neat characters in the account book. “It’s nothing... I can finally rest easy.”
On the day of the autumn equinox, the Northern Pacification Prince’s Manor sent over twenty-eight boxes of betrothal gifts.
Shen Qingyi unfolded the gilded marriage certificate and chuckled at the signature of Heir Xiao Jinghuan.
This young general, who had once been stumped by her mathematical riddles at a poetry gathering, had indeed come to propose as promised.
“I heard that the Heir knelt in the Imperial Study for three hours to seek the Emperor’s blessing for marriage,” Shen Qingyuan teased while leaning against the door. “The boy you saved from drowning back then has truly repaid his debt of gratitude.”
Shen Qingyi's ears turned slightly red as she carefully placed the marriage certificate into the sandalwood box.
At the bottom of the box lay a white jade hairpin—one that Xiao Jinghuan had pressed into her hand just before riding away from the capital. The pin's head was engraved with four tiny characters:
"Xiao Jinghuan Mu Yi."
On the day of the grand wedding, a procession of red bridal attire stirred the entire imperial city.
As Xiao Jinghuan held her hand and stepped over the fire basin, Shen Qingyi suddenly heard the last words of the System:
[Detected that the host has achieved a fulfillment that surpasses the original fate; the Reverse Fate System is officially unbound.]
She paused for a moment, turning to look at the crowd.
From the direction of Ci Yun Nunnery, a lantern floated toward them, flickering in the twilight.
Beneath the city gate stood a woman in a veiled hat, gazing up at the lantern, her garment adorned with a faded hibiscus blossom.
Xiao Jinghuan followed her gaze and asked, "Should we send someone to follow her?"
"No need," Shen Qingyi replied, gripping his hand tighter. "Everyone has their own path to follow."
Amidst the sound of firecrackers, she stepped onto the staircase adorned with brocade, where the red candles flickered and tranquility enveloped the mountains and rivers.
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