Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

"Father, please, save my sister, she's not dead..."

These two women were Zhao Lian's older sisters, Zhao Feng and Zhao Di. They had heard that Zhao Lian had been beaten to death by her stepmother, so they rushed back.

Before I even reached the door, I saw a large crowd gathered there. I quickly squeezed through, and to my surprise, I saw my younger sister, Zhaolian, lying on a manure basket. My father and second uncle were about to carry her away to bury her.

In desperation, the two sisters hugged Zhaolian and wept bitterly.

He Jie felt increasingly uneasy. What was going on? Why would someone hug her and call her Zhao Lian? Was the Zhao Lian they were talking about actually her?

Could it be that I'm going to die and be buried? But I only have an older brother, not an older sister, and my name isn't Zhao Lian.

Suddenly, Zhao Lian felt herself being lifted up; the feeling was so real. He Jie immediately jolted awake and abruptly opened her eyes.

A sudden blinding light hit her eyes, and Zhao Lian instinctively covered them with one hand.

She steadied herself, squinted, and saw only a carrying pole swaying above her, while she lay inside a bamboo contraption, rocking back and forth like she was on a swing.

This startled He Jie. What was going on? And why were her hands so small? Like the hands of a six or seven-year-old child.

He Jie opened a food stall. Early in the morning, she drove a small truck to the wholesale market to pick up goods. On her way back, she was driving on a national highway and happened to be at an intersection.

A child on a bicycle came out from the roadside, and in a panic, the driver swerved to avoid him.

Later, the car veered off the road and overturned down the mountain. She didn't know what happened after that.

He Jie struggled to sit up and found that two men in their thirties or forties were carrying her.

Strangely, they were also wearing ancient clothes, just like the people dressed in period dramas.

"Ghost!"

He Muzheng and his second brother He Zhu were carrying their daughter Zhaolian to the back mountain for burial when they saw Zhaolian suddenly sit up after only a few steps.

He saw blood streaming down her forehead, and her eyes were open, staring at him menacingly. Startled, he immediately dropped the carrying pole from his shoulder.

The entire manure basket immediately fell to the ground, and He Jie fell to the side, curling up into a ball.

Her head was already aching, and after being thrown like that, He Jie felt like her whole body was about to fall apart.

What the hell!

Suddenly, a memory that didn't belong to her flooded her mind, and she passively received it.

It turned out that he had transmigrated to a fictional dynasty, a dynasty that did not exist in history, the "Hanjiang Dynasty".

The "Zhao Lian" they were talking about was herself. As for why her head was hurting so much, she also found the reason.

It turned out that he was carrying water when his stepmother slapped him, causing him to fall to the ground and hit the back of his head on a stone. He died at such a young age.

And just at that moment, he was in a car accident, and his soul traveled over and possessed Zhao Lian's body.

What He Jie found hard to accept was that Zhao Lian was only 7 years old.

The 32-year-old woman found herself in the body of a 7-year-old girl, who happened to be the jinx they were talking about.

Just as the villagers who had been watching were about to disperse, they heard He Mu shout that there was a ghost, and then he dropped Zhao Lian and ran away.

Everyone stopped and gathered around.

Zhao Lian's second uncle, He Zhu, also looked at Zhao Lian in horror and mustered his courage to ask, "You... are you a human or a ghost?"

He Mu stopped after running a short distance and looked back.

Suddenly, he felt a little guilty. He was Zhao Lian's biological father. If she hadn't died, he should have been happy. Why was he so frightened?

Yang Sen and his youngest son, Yang Shu, were about to go back into the house to get a shovel and follow them when they heard them say that Zhao Lian was not dead, so they quickly ran over.

Zhao Feng and Zhao Di mustered their courage and approached Zhao Lian.

Zhao Feng said in a trembling voice, "Zhao Lian, is that you? Are you a human or a ghost? I am the eldest sister."

Zhao Lian raised her head and looked at the two little girls in front of her, who were not much older than her. Both of them were pale and thin.

She knew that the person in front of her was her 10-year-old older sister, Zhao Feng. Zhao Feng looked pretty and had delicate features.

Next to her was 9-year-old Zhao Di. Zhao Di had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked a bit rough around the edges. Her features were not as pretty as her older sister Zhao Feng's.

He Jie's lips twitched. She knew that the two people in front of her were her current body's older sister, but her soul was already 32 years old.

She genuinely couldn't bring herself to call these two little brats "elder sister" or "second sister."

But He Jie knew that no matter how unwilling she was to accept it, she had no choice but to accept reality if she didn't acknowledge this identity.

If she doesn't live as Zhao Lian, she'll be treated like a monster, and at such a young age, she simply can't survive here.

They could only passively accept it, adapt to this body as soon as possible, and accept this awkward identity.

She knew she couldn't let others recognize that she wasn't the original Zhao Lian.

They already called me a jinx, and if they saw through my disguise, they would see me as a monster.

If they think they've been possessed by an evil spirit, they'll put themselves in even greater danger.

Looking at Zhao Feng and Zhao Di, Zhao Lian nodded: "Eldest sister, second sister, I'm not dead!"

Upon seeing her awake, Zhao Feng and Zhao Di burst into tears of joy and hugged Zhao Lian tightly, exclaiming, "That's wonderful! Zhao Lian, you scared your elder sister to death!"

Zhao Di turned around and happily told everyone, "My sister isn't dead, she's alive."

Wang squeezed forward and looked at Zhao Lian, who was overjoyed and weeping: "It's good that she's not dead, it's good that she's alright." She then helped her up.

Then I carefully examined the wound on her head. Some of the blood had already congealed, and her sparse, split blonde hair was stuck together with the blood, along with some trash.

Wang felt extremely distressed. She was relieved to see that the blood was no longer seeping from the back of Zhaolian's head.

At this moment, the entire He family came over. The father, He Mu, stood not far away, staring at Zhao Lian, but still dared not step forward.

Liang, the second wife, stared at Zhao Lian and asked with feigned concern, "Zhao Lian, the village chief is here now. He will stand up for you. Tell me quickly, did your second aunt push you?"

At this moment, Village Chief Fu also stepped forward and asked Zhao Lian what exactly happened.

Mother-in-law Yang glared at Liang with sharp eyes: "Second daughter-in-law, how can you say such a thing? That's your sister-in-law. You can't smear her. This is a matter of life and death."

Li put her hands on her hips and glared at Liang, the second wife: "You Liang, you are clearly trying to sow discord and alienate me from this child."

"Although they are not my biological children, I have treated them well."

"Humph!"

Liang said sarcastically, "Sister-in-law, aren't you ashamed to say that? I'm embarrassed for you."

He Zhu walked over to his wife, tugged at her hand, and told her to say less.

"Alright, alright, isn't that embarrassing enough?" Father-in-law He Sen said coldly.