“Nancy, wait for me!” a pretty blonde girl called childishly, gathering her skirt under her. The mere sound of her voice almost gave people goosebumps. She rushed forward, running after a disappearing figure. The figure was tall and thin, with long, flowy maroon hair that could capture the hearts of all girls. He gave no indication to stop or look back. Although his decision was perfectly clear, the girl behind him continued to chase.
Seeing this, the pretty girl increased her pace, concern written all over her face. Following behind her was a handsome man in black. His breathing was controlled and his steps were steady. A long sword was strapped to his waist. He followed the girl without emotion, seeming cold and aloof.
“Jean, stop the second prince! Hurry! He’s about to leave.” The pretty girl stopped walking, livid, and stamped her feet at the young man behind her. “Are you blind1 ? Can’t you see he’s about to leave?!”
“Miss, my duty is only to protect you,” the handsome young man replied quietly, with an attitude that was neither respectful nor overbearing. In the depths of his eyes were loathing and disdain, but of course the girl didn’t see it. His meaning was very clear: My job is to protect you, not to help you chase men.
“You!” The girl went black with fury and she stamped her foot while screaming in anger, “You dare disobey my order! Just wait until I tell Grandfather! You’re supposed to be my knight, but you have such an arrogant attitude!” After spitting out these words, the girl lifted up her skirt hem to run after the second prince again.
Jean coldly followed without saying a word. This kind of farce often happened. Every time this foolish young girl met a handsome man, she would buzz around them like a bee seeing fresh flowers, always buzzing and never stopping, annoying the men so much it became unbearable. The second prince had already been bothered many times. This time he was only trying to visit the duke but tragically bumped into the lady. Jean saw the hurriedly escaping second prince and felt sympathy.
The second prince rushed out the gate, jumped in the carriage and told the coachman to return to the palace. The coachman was confused by the second prince’s haste, but then he saw the blonde girl giving chase and understood immediately. So it was the Hill family’s male-chaser! Although this male-loving lady from the Hill family was not favored, she was still the granddaughter of Duke Hill. The coachman understood that of course the second prince would not be impolite to the lady for fear of offending the duke of Hill, so he quickly whipped the horses to start the carriage. The pretty girl ran to the door, only to see the carriage already leaving. She got so mad her face was red and her whole body was shaking. As a chamberlain, who happened to be leading a horse passed by, she grabbed the whip out of his hands, got on the horse, and cracked the whip to pursue.
“Miss!” Jean’s blank face flickered. This obstinate, male-chasing lady, did she forget that she doesn’t know how to ride?! Can chasing men unlock hidden talents? Jean coldly humphed. Although disdainful of her, he still had to ensure her safety and made preparations to run after her. He looked for a horse but there were no more at the gate, while the lady’s figure became smaller and smaller.
The servants at the gate watched, stunned. Who knew that this male-chasing, incapable Miss could release such potential for the sake of chasing men! As a member of the Hill family, she had totally shamed her family name. With absolutely no horsemanship and a great hatred of studying – in short, she knew nothing that she should. This was also why Duke Hill disliked her.
Jean frowned and was about to use DouQi2 to catch up when the male-chasing, headstrong young girl was thrown off the horse. As she cried out, her petite frame fell onto the ground. By now, the second prince’s carriage already had been long gone.
Jean knitted his brows and caught up to the girl on the ground. Looking at the unconscious Miss, Jean frowned even more. This time, it was his mistake. He didn’t even think that the lady would make such a senseless decision.
After the Miss was escorted back to the castle, everything become chaotic. Her grandfather, Duke Gu Dun Hill wasn’t at home, nor was her father. Her mother was the only person present.
In a magnificent bedroom, on a huge gold gilded, luxurious poster bed with soft, thick bedding, the young girl lay, still unconscious and pale. A blonde-haired, beautiful woman sat next to the bed, worry etched on her face. The similar features of these two showed that this beautiful woman was her mother, Katherine Hill. Different from her foolish, obstinate daughter, Katherine was instead a kind and virtuous woman. Anxious over the girl on the bed, she felt resigned. This daughter, no one in the family liked her, not even her father, grandfather or even her brother, they all didn’t like her very much. This was all because of her personality. No one knew whose attitude her’s resembled.
A doctor went over promptly, and after a careful examination concluded that the young lady was fine. They only needed to wait for her to wake up.
“Madam, it was my fault for not protecting the Miss, putting her in this kind of a situation,” Jean confessed. He lowered his head, standing aside while talking in a low tone for forgiveness. “I accept any punishment.”
“No, Jean.” Katherine smiled and shook her head, resignation in her voice. “I understand this child’s personality. This was not your fault. You may leave.”
Jean hesitated for a moment, but bowed his head and left. Only Katherine remained in the room.
In the evening, the girl on the bed slowly moved her fingers, seemingly about to awaken.
“Claire!” Katherine, who had been staying next to her all this time, cried her name out joyfully, grabbing the hand of the girl on the bed.
The girl on the bed slowly opened her eyes but didn’t speak.
“Claire, how do you feel? Let me see,” Katherine asked eagerly as she happily supported the girl up.
But the person on the bed still didn’t speak. Katherine hugged her with small sobs. No one was willing to visit Claire, her darling child, even though she was knocked unconscious in an accident. Not even her grandfather, father, or brother after arriving home visited her once. This unfair treatment pained her.
The pretty blonde girl on the bed opened her eyes, looked coldly at her surroundings. For a moment, her eyes showed a hint of confusion but it quickly disappeared, replaced by a cold, profound look.
“Claire, how do you feel now? Dizzy? Hungry?” Kathleen asked, concerned, while suppressing tears.
The young girl looked at her reflection in the beautiful woman’s irises, immediately understanding. She replied quietly, “Yes, I am a bit hungry.”
“Ok, Claire, just a moment, I’ll call people to send food.” Katherine, delighted, stood up quickly but wobbled because she had sat too long. Immediately, a force propped up her elbow so she wouldn’t fall. Katherine looked back and saw Claire’s peaceful face. Was it Claire? The thought passed briefly through her mind but she thought nothing of it. She hastened out the door to the waiting maids.
The young girl on the bed slowly turned her head, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, squinting, her eyes cold and piercing. She smirked ever so slightly, almost unnoticeable. It was a truly cold look.
Looks like I’m really dead and my soul has traveled to this foreign world. Based on these elaborate decorations, it seems like my new family is both rich and powerful.
Claire Hill. Is this the name of the previous owner of this body? The person on the bed with cold eyes gently massaged her temples. Her head hurt so much it felt like it would burst and the past memories of this body began to combine with her own.
The more the memories came together, the stranger her facial expression became, because these memories had such limited information. Most were memories of beautiful men, all messy and useless. The only useful piece of information was that this family seemed to be very prominent in this country.
The young lady half closed her eyes and let out a long breath.
Claire Hill. The lady slowly lowered her head. This will be my name from now on.
1. Are you blind: original directly translates to “are you dead” however in the English language it makes more sense to say blind.↩
2. DouQi: means fighting energy, but it makes more sense to leave it as is.↩