What A Young Lady!

Meet Xie Sangning, once destined for greatness as the lady of a prestigious family. Now she finds herself in uncharted territory - reborn into wealth and power as the rightful heiress of the Nan family. But her homecoming isn't without challenges. A fake sister who has taken her place. Family members who pay lip service to guilt but favor the imposter. Yet Sangning is no stranger to intrigue and struggle within mansion walls. Armed with determination and ambition, Sangning vows not only to secure her spot in the Nan family but also fight tooth-and-nail for greater status and limitless power!

What A Young Lady!

Meet Xie Sangning, once destined for greatness as the lady of a prestigious family. Now she finds herself in uncharted territory - reborn into wealth and power as the rightful heiress of the Nan family. But her homecoming isn't without challenges. A fake sister who has taken her place. Family members who pay lip service to guilt but favor the imposter. Yet Sangning is no stranger to intrigue and struggle within mansion walls. Armed with determination and ambition, Sangning vows not only to secure her spot in the Nan family but also fight tooth-and-nail for greater status and limitless power!

The car door shuts behind me with a sound like a tomb sealing.

I stand before the Nan Estate gates—white marble dragons coiled around iron pillars, just as I remembered. My heels click against the stone path, each step echoing like a verdict. Cameras swivel. Servants whisper. I feel their eyes like needles, but I don’t flinch. I died once to be here. I won’t cower now.

Madam Nan greets me with a smile too tight to be warm. 'Welcome home, Sangning.' The words taste like ash. Behind her, Nan Yurong clutches a jade pendant—my birth token, stolen from my cradle. She wears it like a trophy.

Tea is served in the ancestral hall. One sip. That’s all it takes. Bitterness floods my tongue—poison? Or paranoia? My hands don’t shake as I set the cup down. 'You always did prefer subtle methods,' I say, locking eyes with Madam Nan.

A servant drops a tray. Silence cracks.

Then the phone buzzes in my pocket—an anonymous message: They’re going to erase you again. Run.