Chapter 2: silk sheets and silver Tongue

As she look in the mirror as she can't get her eyes off her reflection in the mirror..a sound was heard from the door

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The door opens and comes in a women opening the door she sees Anya standing in front of the mirror

"Y-young Miss..." she stutter.

The next second Anya has to cover her ears cause the women screams

"EVERYONE THE YOUNG MISS IS AWAKE , MASTER , MADAM , EVERYONE , MISS IS AWAKE"

As She scream this, the door burst Open with a bang

A whirlwind of activity erupted . Two people who look like in their late 50s wearing clothes that look like expensive robes , and attendants clad in elaborate robes, fluttered around her like colorful birds, offering her fragrant teas, preparing her bath, and chattering in hushed tones.

“Young Miss, you’re awake! We were so worried!” a kindly-faced woman, who Anya instinctively recognized as her head maid, Elara, fussed over her. “You’ve been unconscious for two days.”

Two days? Anya tried to piece together her fragmented memories. The feverish visions, the whispered names… it was all a blur. But one thing was clear: she needed information, and fast.

“Elara,” Anya said, testing the sound of her new voice. It was melodious, refined, a stark contrast to her usual, practical tone. “What… what happened?”

Elara launched into a well-rehearsed explanation about a sudden illness, a mystical ailment that had baffled the court physicians. Anya listened patiently, piecing together the narrative while carefully observing Elara’s reactions. Was she hiding something? Was she truly loyal?

As she thinks this the two figures the one who look like in their middle age , Duke Theron de Valois, a tall, imposing man with a regal bearing, and Duchess Eleanor, a woman of serene beauty with kind, intelligent eyes , the two spoke asking questions about her well being .

“Anya, my darling!” Duchess Eleanor rushed forward, enveloping her in a warm embrace. “We were so worried! Are you feeling better?”

Anya returned the hug, trying to suppress the awkwardness. “Yes, Mother,” she said, the word feeling foreign on her tongue. “I… I feel much better.”

Duke Theron stepped forward, his gaze intense. “Anya, do you remember everything? The physicians were concerned about memory loss.”

Anya hesitated. This was a test. She remembered enough from the novel to know that Anya was expected to be a sweet, obedient daughter, but revealing too much could raise suspicion.

“I… I remember most things, Father,” she said carefully. “But some memories are a little… hazy.”

Duke Theron nodded, seemingly satisfied. “Rest is what you need, child. We can discuss important matters later.”

Important matters, Anya knew, meant her upcoming marriage to Lord Damien.

As she sat with her parents, engaging in polite conversation, Anya felt like an imposter. She observed their mannerisms, their expressions, their interactions, trying to glean as much information as possible. She needed to understand their strengths, their weaknesses, and their deepest fears if she was to protect them from the impending storm.

Later that evening, alone in her lavish room, Anya slumped onto her bed, exhausted. Silk sheets and silver tongues… it was all so overwhelming. She had to get her bearings, master the customs of this world, and figure out how to stop the carefully orchestrated betrayal that was looming on the horizon.

But how could she, Li Mei, the former project manager, possibly survive in this treacherous world of cultivation and courtly intrigue?

Suddenly, a blue screen popped into her vision, startling her.

System Notification: Welcome, Host! Initializing System…

Anya stared at the holographic words, a flicker of hope igniting in her chest. Perhaps she wasn't alone in this after all.

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