Another Lifetime

Chapter 1: A Wish Misunderstood

I woke up quite late but refused to open my eyes. I could feel the sun on my face, I resisted and pulled the quilt over my head. It seemed even more comfortable.

I remembered yesterday's rain, but it wasn't going to drown me again.

I heard a click next to me and opened my eyes to a cup of tea kept on my bedside table and i closed my eyes and pulled my quilt upwards.

'WAIT' I opened my eyes wide.

'I don't have a bedside table!'

'My quilt isn't green!'

'Why are my hands extra pale?!'

(Yeah i know..I'm fast)

Startled by the information my brain just provided I sat up.

I looked around the room the size of my old house.

(My old house?!?!)

It looked ancient. I pinched my hand and closed and opened my eyes again.

A girl about my age, blue eyes and a slight figure and a curious personality, I observed was standing near my bed looking at me like I had lost my nose.

She realised her expression and embarrassed looked down and mumbled.

"Nubi apologises, please punish Nubi for showing her ugly face in front of DaXiojie."

She knelt down all of a sudden.

"Please punish this shameless servant."

This time it as my turn to look at her like she was wierd.

I knew people addressed themselves in such ways in the olden times but being addressed before you is another experience.

"Please stand up" I said after regaining my composure.

"Nubi doesn't dare "

Stop overacting already!!

"Okay! First things first ..what is your name?

She looked quite shocked at my voice change.

OF Course she would, Nobility were filled to the brim with reputation of talking either gentle and sweet or bossy and bratty-like.

But I knew if i as going to get anyhere it was by my personal servant. And your servants were somebody you could trust.

She looked at my gentle expression and still keeping her head slightly bowed she answered me.

"Nubi is XiaoDiu."

"Xiao"

She looked at me before continuing.

"My family are all flute players."

I liked her already!

I smiled.. but i still needed to clear my head.

"Diu, Who am I?"

She looked confused. "You are Chen Li Hua the first miss of the Chen manor, First Daughter of the Right Prime Minister Chen Dishi of the Qin Empire with his wife Chen Kaili. Sister to the second miss Chen Li Mei."

"Oh no!"

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POV OF XIAO DIU

"Little Diu, to serve means to protect, to love, to have no other."

"Serve the young miss with your life"

Mother and Father said this to me when I was given to the first miss on her third birthday.

Mother was the servant of the wife of the prime minister and Father was a guard.

We were saved from starvation and we are eternally indebted to this family. Mother used to tell me that we used to live in the south, it was hard and conditions were tough, a mere tailor and farmer don't have much to survive with.

They came from incredibly rich families. My dad's side used to work in some boat business and my mom's side were involved in some textile trade from the other side of the mountains.

They were on the pedestal just under the nobility. But my father and mother fell in love and because they came from two families divided by ego and other social nonsense their families were against it.

They were ready to let go, not before a fight though but eventually their families try to kill the candidate from the other party and they decided to run away.

My father was skilled in playing the flute and they changed their surname to 'XIAO'.

He took up farming but it didn't go so well because they were penniless and could buy a small piece of land only and when the harvest time came he had to do the work all buy himself and if he was lucky and the weather was kind to him he would manage to harvest 7 sacks at the most keeping a little aside for themselves. And mother took up tailoring and she was pretty good at what she did but living in a village of farmers, there were very few rich farming families and they could only afford two to three pieces of cloth a year which they brought to mama.

They could hardly survive and then I as born. She used to stitch baby dresses for me with the leftover pieces in new models and that became her hobby.

She used to laugh and tell me that I as such a fashionable baby.

But life was hard on them and because of the rain that year the village was destroyed along with the crops and they had to move to the city to beg.

That is where the master found us. He saw a young man in tattered clothes with his pretty wife and a child about his daughter's age and knew it wasn't safe for them and took them in.

The mistress was kind and my father was given the job of the guard as he as pretty good with the sword, my mother became the mistress's personal servant. When I was younger my father used to play me the flute and mother and myself would dance, he used to teach me sword wielding and I have my own sword now. I used to go with mother with the mistress's morning cup of tea to wake her up and I used to wake her up. They used to be proud moments for me when I succeeded in it unlike my mother and I used to sing for her. They considered me another daughter and I grew up in their care.

Young miss and I were friends when we were little and they made me her studypartner-c*m-maid when she turned three. I though it an honour as I could be with my friend all the time from then onwards But as she grew she started walking towards power aiming for the crown prince. Making things difficult for other girls who talked to him, trying to feed him love potions and all to an extend he started hating her.

Hating her because he couldn't make any friends.

Hating her because of everything she does to him.

Time passed by and they were soon 15. He couldn't bear the sight of her and she just bacame even more difficult, a stark contrast to her lovely family.

I tried my best and she asked me to know my place and I saw what to be a servant meant.

But today when she woke up, there seemed to be a different aura to her. To an extent her eye colour had changed from that pitiless and bottomless black to a more warm greybrown with a purplish tinge to it and she asked me who she was.

They say, the day somebody woke up like that something good was going to happen and life was going to change and history rewritten, I as quite happy and provided her with enough information for the time being happily.

I swear if she needs any help from now onwards I'll happily help.

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POV OF AUTHOR(YING YUE)

Shit! I was in my own story . I knew it!

What's more? In the villain's form.

NOOOOOOOO! That's not what I wished for ...