The True Heiress: A Multifaceted Prodigy

Chapter One: The Return of the Oracle

"Zijin, although you're our biological daughter, we've raised Xuan for fifteen years, and we share a deep bond with her. She was raised in privilege, unlike you, who had to endure hardship in the countryside. So, while it might be unfair, the true heiress of the Ying family is Xuan. I know it's hard on you, but you’re such a kind soul. You won’t mind, right? Don't worry, everything you deserve, you will have."

"What? You're going too? Are you joking? They want a debutante, and you can't even play a piano piece! What are you going for? You'll just embarrass yourself."

In her dream, chaotic figures flickered, their looks filled with disdain and contempt.

A few seconds passed before Ying Zijin fully woke up.

Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly as her eyes opened. She found herself in a sterile white hospital room, the scent of antiseptic lingering in the air.

"Ah, you're awake?" A sarcastic voice came from above her. "I thought you were dead. Don't move. What are you doing? If the needle slips, you're responsible."

A hand pressed down on her, seemingly adjusting the needle, but in truth, it was pressing painfully on her wound, digging in with fingernails.

Yet the girl didn’t show a flicker of pain. She flipped her wrist, forcing the hand down on the bedside table.

The person screamed, "What’s wrong with you?!"

"Zijin!" Another young woman entered the room, surprised, and rushed over. "This is Dr. Lu. She’s not here to hurt you."

The girl turned her head. A pale, almost sickly face emerged from the shadows, looking frail and lifeless.

But if one looked closely, her features were exquisitely sharp. She had rare, almond-shaped eyes that gleamed with a subtle light, their depth both entrancing and hypnotic.

The woman’s gaze softened as she expressed concern. "Zijin, do you feel any pain?"

The girl said nothing, but relaxed her grip.

Dr. Lu rubbed her wrist in discomfort and scowled. "What a rude, ungrateful brat."

Ying Zijin lifted her eyes. Her almond-shaped eyes were still moist with sleep. Her voice, still hoarse from just waking, had a cold and distant tone. "Sorry, I thought a dog had bitten me."

Dr. Lu’s face turned pale. "You!"

"Alright, Zijin has apologized, stop arguing," the woman gently interjected, her voice full of regret. "Zijin, I’m so sorry. If it weren’t for my illness, you wouldn’t have had to donate blood to me. I didn’t mean to make you faint."

"She deserved it!" Dr. Lu sneered. "Isn't she just the adopted daughter that your family took in out of pity? Do you really need me to help her recover? You wouldn't even do this much for your real niece."

The woman sighed deeply. "Zijin has suffered too much, how can she be compared to Xuan?"

"She can't be compared," Dr. Lu chuckled with a sneer. "I heard from my brother she’s ranked second in her class, unlike some other ungrateful girl who only got into the gifted class through money and still managed to fall behind by over 300 points. How embarrassing."

The woman furrowed her brow. "Don’t talk like that. Zijin was the top student in her previous school."

Dr. Lu scoffed. "Top of a small-town school that couldn’t even get her into a second-tier university."

But the conversation didn’t affect Ying Zijin. She gave the woman a casual glance, and a name floated into her mind — Ying Luwei.

Her aunt, 25 years old, the most famous debutante in the city, and a renowned pianist.

Ying Luwei had hemophilia, a condition where any injury caused excessive bleeding that was difficult to stop. And her rare Rh-null blood type made finding a suitable donor nearly impossible. There was no cure for her condition yet.

Ying Zijin looked at her own slender wrist, where the veins were visible, and lazily muttered, "Tsk."

She hadn’t died. This was still Earth, where she had once lived. Her name was still Ying Zijin, but she was no longer the "seer of life and death" in the mystical world where she could predict the future with a single glance.

Now, she was just an adopted daughter of the Ying family, nothing more than a walking blood bank for Ying Luwei, available at her beck and call.

The reason she had fainted was because Ying Luwei had been injured, and over the past few days, her blood had been repeatedly drawn without any resistance.

"What happened?" Dr. Lu turned to Ying Luwei. "Who pushed you? Did you see who it was?"

The last question was directed at the girl.

Ying Zijin didn’t move. Dr. Lu’s temper flared. "I’m talking to you. Are you mute?"

"Quiet," Ying Zijin muttered lazily, her eyes half-lidded. "Shut up."

"What’s your attitude?" Dr. Lu slammed a folder on the table, sneering. "Luwei, sorry, but I’m not treating her anymore, not with this attitude."

Ying Zijin nonchalantly adjusted her clothes. "The door is over there."

Dr. Lu had expected Ying Zijin to beg for her to stay, but instead, her words hit air. She left with a flushed face, muttering angrily, "You little thing, trying to act tough after seducing your aunt’s fiancé," as she stormed out.

"Zijin!" Ying Luwei scolded, looking upset. "Dr. Lu is an expert. If you upset her, how will your health improve?"

"Yeah, an expert at giving glucose drips," Ying Zijin replied casually. "I thought I was about to undergo surgery."

Ying Luwei froze for a moment. "Zijin?"

Ying Zijin leaned on her elbow, sitting up in bed. "But Dr. Lu has a point. I do want to know who pushed Aunt Luwei. People who do evil always leave traces."

She reached for her phone on the bedside table, glancing at the woman. "What do you think?"

The girl’s sudden assertiveness took Ying Luwei by surprise. She frowned, visibly displeased. "Zijin, stop being so willful. I don’t mind if you hurt me, but if you keep acting like this, what will happen when you clash with someone important? How can I protect you?"

"Then I’ll just have to thank you in advance, Aunt Luwei. I heard you picked this room especially for me." Ying Zijin looked at the room number with a smile. "Nice choice."

Without waiting for a response, she stood and walked out of room 914.

Ying Luwei bit her lip, her expression darkening.

After a moment of hesitation, she took out her phone and dialed a number. When the call connected, she spoke softly, "Mo Yuan, Zijin listens to you the most. Can you help me talk some sense into her?"

On the other end of the line, there was a brief silence before a cold voice responded, "You focus on your health and don't worry about her. If she keeps going overboard, I'll have someone take care of her."