Chapter 4:The Truth Hidden Behind Rumors (Part 2)

The spacious dining hall fell into complete silence.

"...Exercise is good for your health?"

Wangmo smiled as naturally as she could.

Unfortunately... Not a single person looked convinced.

Second Brother, Wang Rui, slowly turned toward the youngest.

"Wang Chen."

"...Mm?"

"When did our little sister become interested in health?"

The youngest brother scratched his head.

"I don't know."

"Yesterday she slept until the sun was above the trees."

"Today she wants us to run before sunrise."

He leaned closer and whispered dramatically, "I think she has been possessed."

"..."

Wangmo's smile twitched.

You're not entirely wrong...

Madam Li covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. Father Wang remained calm as always.

He placed his teacup down gently before looking directly at his daughter.

"My child."

"You have never liked waking up early."

"You once told me that mornings were invented to torture people."

"..."

Wangmo blinked.

The original owner actually said that?

She silently admired the original Lady Wangmo.

She really had courage...

Father Wang continued, "Tell Father honestly."

"What happened?"

His voice carried neither suspicion nor anger.

Only concern.

For a brief moment... Wangmo almost confessed everything.

About the zombie apocalypse.

About transmigration.

About the world ending in thirty days.

But...

Who would believe such nonsense?

Even she would have laughed if someone had told her the same thing a few days ago.

She lowered her eyes.

"I..."

"...had a strange dream."

The entire family looked at her.

"A dream?"

She nodded slowly.

"I dreamed our family was being chased."

"There was fire everywhere."

"People were screaming."

"Our home..."

"...was destroyed."

The room became quiet again.

This time... No one laughed.

Although Wangmo had changed the details, the fear in her eyes wasn't fake.

She had witnessed the ending of the novel. She knew exactly what would happen if nothing changed.

Madam Li reached across the table and gently held her daughter's hand.

"It was only a dream."

She smiled softly.

"Don't be afraid."

Father Wang also relaxed slightly.

"So that's why."

He stroked his beard thoughtfully.

"If morning exercise gives my daughter peace of mind..."

"...then our family shall exercise."

The three brothers froze.

"...Father?"

Second Brother almost jumped from his chair.

"You're agreeing?"

Father Wang looked at him calmly.

"Why not?"

"Running strengthens the body."

"It won't harm anyone."

Then he turned toward Wangmo.

"Starting tomorrow."

"The entire Wang family will train together every morning."

A bright smile bloomed across Wangmo's face.

"Really?"

Father Wang nodded.

"If it makes my daughter smile..."

"...Father is willing."

Warmth spread through Wangmo's heart. She lowered her head to hide the tears gathering in her eyes.

Thank you...

I promise...

I'll protect all of you.

The moment breakfast ended... The news spreads through the manor faster than wildfire.

"What?"

"The Master is making everyone exercise?"

"The young miss suggested it?"

"I heard the young miss had a frightening dream."

"No wonder..."

Even the guards looked puzzled. Old Steward Zhou stroked his beard.

"Perhaps this isn't a bad thing."

"Our young masters have become rather lazy lately."

Across the courtyard... The servants whispered among themselves.

"Did you notice?"

"Our young miss smiled at everyone today."

"And she thanked Xia He."

"She even told Xiao Lan to be careful instead of scolding her."

"I've served here for ten years..."

"...I've never seen Miss Wangmo like this."

An elderly cook chuckled warmly.

"Our young miss has always had a good heart."

"She simply doesn't know how to express herself."

The younger servants looked confused.

"But everyone outside says she's cruel."

The old cook sighed.

"They only know rumors."

"When the southern village suffered a drought three years ago..."

"Who do you think persuaded the Master to donate thousands of sacks of grain?"

The servants blinked.

"It was Miss Wangmo."

"She only made one request."

"'Don't tell anyone it came from me.'"

Another maid nodded.

"And last winter..."

"When Old Chen's grandson fell seriously ill..."

"The young miss secretly paid the physician."

"But she told everyone to say it was Madam's idea."

The younger servants stared in disbelief.

"So..."

"Our young miss isn't a villain?"

The old cook smiled sadly.

"No."

"She's simply terrible at explaining herself."

"And..."

"Far too stubborn."

None of them noticed... Standing quietly behind a stone pillar...

Wangmo had heard every single word. She remained motionless. Her eyes gradually became moist.

The novel...

Never mentioned any of this.

It only described the original Wangmo as arrogant.

Spoiled.

Jealous.

Cruel.

Yet here... Within these walls...

Everyone remembered a completely different person.

Someone awkward.

Someone kind.

Someone who loved quietly without asking for recognition.

She clenched her fists.

"The original Wangmo..."

"...you deserved better."

A gentle breeze brushed against her hair. For just a fleeting second...

She almost felt as though someone had smiled beside her.

Night gradually fell over Wang Manor.

One by one...

The lights inside each courtyard dimmed. The manor slowly sank into peaceful silence.

Back inside her room...

Wangmo sat beside the window, staring at the brilliant full moon hanging high above the ancient capital.

Tomorrow... The real preparations would begin.

She still needed to find a way to purchase medicine.

Store grain.

Strengthen the manor.

Train everyone.

And somehow... Prevent history from repeating itself.

"...One step at a time."

She whispered quietly. Just then...

The tiny golden light deep within her soul suddenly trembled.

"...?"

Wangmo frowned. The room became strangely quiet. Even the night insects outside stopped chirping.

A warm golden glow slowly emerged before her. It floated gently in the air like a tiny star.

Then...

A childish voice echoed inside the silent room.

"...Finally..."

A long yawn followed.

"Host..."

"...I think I overslept."

Wangmo's eyes widened.

"What..."

"...Who are you?"

The little golden light spun happily in the air.

"Allow me to introduce myself!"

"I am the Spirit of the Infinite Space..."

It suddenly paused. Then spoke in an embarrassed voice.

"...And..."

"...I'd like to apologize."

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