I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 224: Is She the Original Owner?

Chapter 224: Chapter 224: Is She the Original Owner?

Although thinking this way was horrifying and unsettling, it was the only explanation that made sense.

Then her daughter returned to her own body, and the red mole on her hand returned as well.

Thinking about this, Han Xianglan felt particularly distressed. From the age of twelve to seventeen, for five whole years, where had her daughter been? The thought of her possibly trapped in a dark corner, crying out for her mother, brought tears streaming down Han Xianglan’s face.

This startled Qiao Qingyu, who quickly reached out to wipe her tears, urgently asking, "Mom, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?"

Han Xianglan hastily replied, "It’s nothing, it’s nothing, I was just thinking... thankfully, Mom is still alive. Otherwise, would my Qingyubao have become a child without a mother?"

"Yes, Mom, that’s why you need to take good care of yourself."

"Qingyu, you can’t go to the Han Family by yourself anymore. I need to tell you something."

"I won’t go alone, this time I brought Uncle with me, but Mom, what do you need to tell me? Is it about the Han Family?"

Han Xianglan nodded. She didn’t elaborate directly, after all, there was no proof.

Besides, she knew clearly that her daughter, from any aspect, shined brilliantly.

Thus, her daughter might also have had another extraordinary adventure. Her daughter returned to her own body, likely this spring.

But her daughter hadn’t told her, and if she rashly spoke out, how could mother and daughter cope with each other?

Therefore, people with delicate sentiments tend to think more.

However, Han Xianglan didn’t feel she was wrong in doing so, as her daughter kept silent about it. How could she possibly speak up?

But she could take another approach.

So, Han Xianglan shared some secrets she occasionally learned about the Han Family in her childhood with her daughter.

"The young people nowadays might not know this, but the elderly back then were all aware. I remember when I was fourteen, Old Lady He took me to visit the Han Family, and just so happened to come across another village’s bullock cart bringing their daughter to Han Lishi for treatment.

The clinic in the town said it was madness, beyond their ability to cure, meant to be sent to the city hospital. In those days, the bullock cart couldn’t reach the city hospital, so they had to head back home.

Somehow, they learned that Han Lishi could solve problems, so they decided to try their luck at the Han Family as a last resort. I remember very clearly, Old Lady Han said that the girl’s body was possessed by a wild ghost, which had displaced her soul.

Back then, the girl was delirious, speaking nonsense, one moment saying one thing, another moment saying something else. Her accent was also bizarre, and she was even hitting and tearing at her own hair. It looked terrifying.

Old Lady Han somehow got a bowl of water, scattered some incense ash into it, and added another object, then pinched her nose and made the girl drink it. Afterward, they had her lie on the kang bed, surrounded her with oil lamps arranged in a circle, and a few hours later, the girl was back to normal.

I remember Han Lishi was very proud. She said, not to mention ten miles around, in the entire Northeast, only she had this capacity..."

Qiao Qingyu, who had been lying down, sat up in shock upon hearing this. Han Xianglan also sat up and crossed her legs on the kang bed.

Qiao Qingyu clenched her hands, her heart pounding wildly.

But then, her mind suddenly cleared.

So, could she understand it this way? When she was twelve, she fell into the water, then Han Lishi let Han Liuya take over her body, continuing until she married He Xiuyu and moved to Xichuan.

Then, the imposter, in an attempt to force He Xiuyu to return, hanged herself and unknowingly returned to her own body.

Han Lishi and Han Liuya, unwilling to give up, somehow made her mother ill, then tricked her into coming back home, and everything that followed just fell into place.

Thinking of this, Qiao Qingyu broke out into a cold sweat.

Indeed, she couldn’t underestimate anyone.

Had it not been for Han Liuya’s scream when she grabbed her hand, could this body have been switched by now?

Logically speaking, even after many years, the original Qiao Qingyu should have known that the He Family and the Qiao Family couldn’t be related by marriage, let alone resort to such despicable means to scheme against He Xiuyu.

The only thing she couldn’t understand was why He Xiuyu had agreed.

After spending so much time together, she knew that He Xiuyu was not one to compromise habitually; he had his principles and lines that no one, including his father and mother, could force him to cross.

But this would only be slowly understood once she returned to Xichuan, though now things were becoming clear.

So, when she was twelve, Han Liuya took over her body, and she went to another world, reincarnating as an orphan.

Could it be that she had come back after all this roaming?

Only this explanation made everything clear.

Only a person as harsh and merciless as Han Liuya would disregard the relationship between the He Family and the Qiao Family.

She didn’t hold the Qiao Family in regard and even visited the Han Family frequently; Han Liuya didn’t seem like someone who cared about familial bonds. She likely had to return, which is why she burned all the paper with writing on it.

As for why she chose her body, the reason was simple: it was healthy and beautiful and familiar with the family dynamics, making it hard to expose.

But why did she scream now when she held her hand?

Qiao Qingyu couldn’t help but cast her eyes down, pulling out the gold necklace He Xiuyu had personally put on her from around her neck.

The amulet engraved with intricate scriptures, made of an unknown material, neither jade nor wood, was exquisitely clear and milky-white in color.

Han Xianglan leaned over for a look, "What is this?"

"This was given to me by He Xiuyu. He said that during a business trip to Western Tibet, a monk presented it to him."

Han Xianglan let out a slow breath, then stuffed the amulet inside her daughter’s pajamas, whispering firmly, "Keep it on you all the time, and never lose it."

"Mom, I understand."

Qiao Qingyu’s lips quivered slightly; she suddenly remembered the letter she had written; could the astute Han Xianglan have thought of something?

But what should she say?

To speak of one thing would lead to another, and from two would call for three.

How could she explain her modern life and that this was a book?

And also, what if she wasn’t the original person either?

That thought really made her feel stifled.

Knowing her daughter had understood, Han Xianglan felt relieved, stretching out her hands and slowly hugging her daughter, gently patting her back, and softly said, "My precious girl, I am telling you all this just to let you know that the Han Family is wicked. We aren’t afraid of them; we just shouldn’t provoke them for now unless we can completely crush them."

The words "my precious girl" made Qiao Qingyu’s eyes feel warm.

She nodded somberly, "I understand, Mom. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful."