"Hurry!"

"Stupid fatty, hurry. If you don't go now, that malefic person will awaken and return back to heaven and we'll be out of luck."

"That's right, you slow poke. Hurry."

With white jade floors and topaz pillars, the magnificent Heaven Palace was currently filled with chaos. All the gods were frantic, all urging a fat immortal.

Darkness surrounded her, and her body felt light.

I'm dead? She opened her eyes and looked up, but as before, it was dark.

Suddenly, she saw a burst of light.

A bald, chubby, smiling face appeared. Behind his bald head was a soft, light halo ring. It looked extremely pure and sacred.

"Who are you?" She frowned at the bald person that suddenly appeared. If she died, then shouldn't Ox-Head and Horse-Face come and drag her before Yama?

"My child, don't be skeptical. You are truly dead, and with the sins you committed in your lifetime, you should have been sent to the bottom of hell already." The halo above chubby bald person's head was very conspicuous and his smile very wide. It was as if he was the most benevolent elder in the world.

"I haven't gone to hell yet." She added insipidly, "Also, I'm not your child. You are male, so you couldn't have given birth to a person like me."

The chubby faced person started sweating, his expression becoming a little awkward. As expected, this nefarious person wouldn't be that easy to deal with. Even though she lost all her memories, she was still as big a pain to deal with. That was why the gods decided to draw sticks to decide which person to send to settle this issue, and he was the one who unfortunately drew it.

"Ahem, ahem~~" The bald and chubby person coughed, straightened his face and said seriously, "Based on your having a merciful soul and great talent, we have had a discussion and decided to give you a chance to atone for you sins. We will let you go to another world to continue to cultivate."

What? A merciful soul? Great talent? What do they mean? What atoning for sins? Going to another world to continue cultivation? What and what?

"Go, child. I hope you will live happily." The fat, bald faced person didn't waste any more words, and instead lightly waved his hand. A ray of light shot towards her, erasing her memories of their conversation as well.

The next moment, she disappeared from where she had been standing. The chubby and bald person let out a long breath and wiped the sweat on his forehead. Immediately, many gods appeared around him. They all laughed vulgarly, patting his shoulder and praising him.

"Very good, now that trouble making being will be far from us."

"You're quite something, making up so many funny reasons and then just sent her away."

"Good, good, I'll mark down this big merit for you." The person who said this was naturally the governor of heaven.

But the bald and chubby faced person couldn't smile. Even though he did send her away, if one day that malefic person came back, the first to die would be him!

"What are you afraid of? She'll need to cultivate for a long time before she can return, before her godhead can appear. That's something that won't happen for thousands of years." Someone immediately consoled him.

That's true. Hearing this, the bald and chubby person also started smiling vulgarly.

Malefic being, in that world, you should pray for good luck. It's best if you don't remember anything, best if you never return.

"Nancy, wait for me!" a pretty blonde girl called childishly, gathering her skirt under her. The mere sound of her voice would almost give one goosebumps. She rushed forward, running after a disappearing figure. The figure was tall and thin, with long, flowy maroon hair that could capture one's heart. 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 blind.?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's complexion darkened with fury and she stamped her foot while shouting angrily, "You dare disobey my order! Just wait until I tell  Grandfather! You're supposed to be my knight,  but you actually 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 followed coldly without a word. This kind of farce happened often. Every time the 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, he bumped into the lady. Seeing the hurriedly escaping second prince, Jean felt sympathy.

The second prince rushed out the entrance, 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 naturally, the second prince would not be impolite to the lady for fear of offending  the Duke Hill, so he quickly whipped the horses for the carriage to start moving. The pretty girl ran to the entrance, 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 expressionless 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  humphed coldly. Although he looked down on her, he still had to ensure her safety, so he prepared to run after her. He looked for a horse, but there were no more at the entrance. Meanwhile, 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 completely 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.

Just when Jean frowned and was about to use Dou Qi to catch up, 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 frowned and caught up to the girl on the ground. Looking at the unconscious Miss, Jean frowned even more. This time, it was his mistake. Never would he have even imagined that the lady would make such a senseless decision.

After the Miss was escorted back to the castle, everything  become chaotic. Her grandfather, Duke Gordan Hill wasn't at home, nor was her father. Her mother was the only one 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 golden haired, beautiful woman sat next to the bed, worry etched on her face. The similar features of the two illustrated that the beautiful woman was the girl's mother, Katherine Hill. Contrary from her foolish, obstinate daughter, Katherine was a kind and virtuous woman instead. Anxious over the girl on the bed, she felt resigned. This daughter of hers, no one in the family liked her, not even her father, grandfather or even her brother; they all didn't like her very much. It 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 saying 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. It was not your fault. You may leave."

Jin Yan 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. The unjust 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 sliver of confusion but disappeared quickly, replaced by a cold, profound look.

"Claire, how do you feel? 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 looked around slowly, taking in  the unfamiliar surroundings, squinting, her eyes cold and piercing. She smirked ever so slightly, almost unnoticeably. It was a truly cold look.

It seems I'm truly dead and my soul has traveled to this foreign world. Based on these elaborate decorations, my new family is both rich and powerful.

Claire Hill. Was this the name of the previous owner of the body? The person on the bed with cold eyes massaged her temples gently. Her head hurt so much it felt like it would split while the past memories of the body began to combine with her own.

The more memories surfaced, the stranger her facial expression became, because the memories had such limited information. Most were memories of beautiful men,  all chaotic and useless. The only useful piece of information was that her family seemed to be very prominent in its country.

The young lady's eyes became slits as she let out a long breath.

Claire Hill. The lady lowered her head slowly. This will be my name from now on.

Clairethe girl on the bed quietly mumbled the name to herself. The persons name sounded pretty, but n.o.body could stand that att.i.tude. Her memories were full of being rejected by handsome men and looking foolish.

The door was suddenly banged open and the deafening sound caused Claire to look towards thedoor. The girl at the door resembled the previous beautiful woman and seemed younger than Claire, however, her expression of disgust and condescending att.i.tude did not match her young age.

Claire squinted her eyes a little only, because in her memories, she was terribly afraid of the girl before her. It was her younger sister, Lashia, a talented magician. Although she was only twelve years old, she had already become an advanced magician. Because of her outstanding talent, she was selected by the princ.i.p.al of the Sunrise Inst.i.tute when she was only five years old to become one of his few disciples. This made Gordan Hill incredibly happy. The talented young miss hated Claire because their mother spoiled her so much. This wasnt strange because Lashia, being a child prodigy, had the love of her grandfather, father, and brother. Thus, her mother spent more time with Claire who was disliked.

Humph, you brought greatshame to the Hill name,ending up in this state justbecause you fell off a horse to chase a man. Lashia held her head high and looked disdainfully at the person on the bed. She walked up to the bed, a sliver of malice glinting in her eyes, and stuck her face right up to Claires. She whispered in a low, poisonous voice, My dear elder sister, why didnt you die falling off that horse?

Claire lookedsilentlyat thepretty face beforeher. Who would have thought that someone who looked this innocent would say something so malicious?

Lashia looked at Claires placid face and was taken aback. Normally herstupid elder sister would be trembling by not, yet currently, she was so calm.

Footsteps sounded outside and Lashias expression changed to a frown. She muttered indistinctly under her breath and instantly, a tiny bolt of lightning appeared in her palm. Before Claire could react, Lashia had already pointed her finger at Claires back. Claire felt a terrible pain surge through her body from her back.

You male-chasing idiot, next time you worry mother I wont let you off as easily, Lashia whispered coldlyinto Claires ear. You know what will happen if you dare tell Mother.

In Claires combined memories, it seemed that many similar situations had happened before. Without anyone knowing, the little sister Lashia seemed to give the previousClaire much suffering. Claire dropped her gaze emotionlessly,not looking when Lashia turned around.

This time, the door opened quietly. The beautiful lady from before peaked inside and smiled.

Mother~~ Lashia greeted happily.

Lashia, youre home! Katherine smiled as she entered.

Yes, Mother. Lets go eat now. Lashia grabbed Katherines arm cheerfully.

You go eat first, Ill stay with your older sister. Kathleen patted Lashias head and said softly, Your sister is not feeling well today, Ill stay here to keep her company.

Oh. Lashia said, eyes cast down with a bitterness unnoticed by Katherine. Watching Katherine walk towards the bed, Lashia quietly and coldly humphed without anyone hearing and left quickly.

Claire, the maids will serve dinner soon. Katherine sat near the bed and enclosedClaires hands in her own. Claire gave a start. The warmth coming from her hand made her relax immediately. So soft, so warm. Just like how that person held her hand and told her to be happy.

Mother Claire said softly.

What is it dear? Katherine smiled gently. Suddenly, her expression changed and she asked anxiously, Do you feel hurt anywhere?

No, mother. Claire suddenly smiled. Mother, you havent eaten either. Are you hungry?

Katherine gave a start, and suddenly, tears cameuncontrollably and silently. It was the first time Claire had asked a question like this, the first time Claire was kind to her.

SeeingKatherines tears of joy, Claire lowered her eyes. Her true feelings were hidden by her long lashes.

Claire. Claire, this will be my name in the future. A strange light glinted in the young girls eyes. The previous Claire didnt dare reportLashias bullying or have the power to strike back. But, in the future Claires eyes became icy as she remembered the burning sensation on her back once more.

At this moment, a bright new star rose in the night sky of the Ceylon continent, but as for why, no one knew.

The next morning, all the servants in Duke Hills castle were gossiping among themselves and casting uncertain glances at the study. It was nothing big, just their Misss strange behavior! Usually, she would already be out searching for handsome men by now, at either the theatreor the City Center Library becauseyoung n.o.ble gentlemen normally hung out there. But today, she actually went to Duke Hills study! When the Duke wasnt working inside, he would usually let his children inside his study. Although Claire fell off the horse yesterday, the doctor said she would be fine. But based on Misss wild personality, she would never enterthe study she despised!

In a large study with shining windows, a few huge bookshelves lined againstthe walls. Neatly cla.s.sified books of all genres lined the bookshelves. A pretty blonde girl leaned on a windowsill thumbing through a thick book, The History of Ceylon.

Flipping through the book, the girls expression became complex. She had already reached the section on the history of the country, Amparkland. The most credited people for the establishment of the country was the Hill clan, a family whose coat of arms was a rose. The young girl lifted her head to gaze thoughtfully upon the rose regalia hanging above the desk. It seems the Hill family wasnt simply wealthy.

Outside, light footsteps sounded but stopped abruptly at the door. Even though it was extremely light, Claire noticed instantly.

From the door came a low and cold voice,Miss, the Duke has returned.

Oh, Claire answered unenthusiastically, closing the book. From her combined memory she already knew the person outside the door was her knight, Jean, who was supposed to protect her.

Claire got up and just when she was about to set the book back on the bookshelf, she heard a series of footsteps soundedoutside the door. Then, she heard the sound of Jeans greeting.

The door was pushed open and an austere, old man with luxurious clothes appeared. He looked to be more than fifty years old, but very energetic. His brows and Claires were similar, letting her know thathe was her grandfather. Currently, the Duke held a great amount of power in Amparkland and was also the most powerful man in his family.

Grandfather, Claire greeted indifferently, her previous cowardly att.i.tude gone.

Gordan Hill looked at the young girl in front of him and frowned, a strange emotion flickering in his eyes. He couldnt believe at first that his headstrong granddaughter would be willingly reading in the study when he heard about it, but now his own eyes convinced him. And how differently she dressed! Usually she would wear elaborate dresses like a b.u.t.terfly, but today she donned the plainest white dress, her curly golden hair in the simplest style. Did she hit her head too hard when she felloff the horse yesterday?

Claire, you fell off a horse yesterday? Gordan walked in, asking casually. The people following him stopped outside and lightly closed the door to the study.

Im fine now, Claire replied lightly.

Then thats good. Seeing the book in Claires hand, Gordan,was a little surprised. Shes reading The History of Ceylon? He knew this granddaughter of his inside out: capricious, unruly, and abnormally attracted to the opposite s.e.x She, who hated studying and learning more than anything else, was actually reading the most dull and boring Ceylonese History?!

So, what do you think after reading The History of Ceylon? Duke Gordan asked offhandedly, walking to his study desk.

Let the banner of roses fly forever, Claire replied quietly with a hint of a smile.

Duke Gordans eyes bulged ashe stared, astounded at the smiling girl before him. What did he just hear?

Let the banner of roses fly forever!!!

Let the Hill clan exist forever!

Say that again! Gordan commanded in a deep tone, squinting at the girl in front of him.

Let the banner of roses fly forever. An imperceptible hint of a smile flashed within Claires eyes. This elderly man in front of her was the heart and center of this clan, the head and the leader. Through numerous previous experiences, she knew exactly how important it was in unfamiliar surroundings to pay close attention and take advantage of superior people to the greatest extent. If she wanted to survive in this unknown world, if she wanted to become powerful, then gaining the favor of this person in front of her would be her first threshold.

If someone else had told him this, Gordan would dismiss it without a thought because it would only be a means of flattering. But its meaning was drastically differentwhen this young girl said it! His only son and other two grandsons and granddaughter had never said anything like it, but it was said by someone who was considered a failure like Claire. Duke Gordan was completelystunned.

Grandfather, I have been acting out of line insensiblyand it has been going on for too long. From now on, I will take my studies seriously and definitely not let down the Hill clan again. Claire stareat the stunned old man. Every word, every sentence had been said clearly, and her green eyes held a serious gaze.

Amazed, Gordan looked blankly at this sincere young girl, unable to speak for a long time. Claire kept quiet, too, silently staring at her grandfather.

Great! Finally, Gordan came back to his senses and laughed in relief. He patted Claire on the shoulder and praised, This is my girl, this is the child of the Hill Clan!

I promise I wont disappoint you, Claire smiled. Her smile was shining with confidence.

This day, the whole manorboiled.

This idiotic girl that was infatuated with men and always disliked by the duke was actually led out of the study today, hand-in-hand withthe normally serious duke, and they were both smiling!

The foolish male-chasing Miss of the Hill Clan was now favored! The news spread like wildfire throughout the whole manor.