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Luna lay with her eyes closed, her small body completely still, like a sleeping kitten. Yet beneath this seemingly calm exterior, her thoughts churned like a relentless tide. Memories from her past life as a Great Mage flickered in her mind like stars, guiding her toward her goal. She knew that to change her family's destiny, she had to take the initiative; she could not afford to sit idly by. She was determined to free her elder brother from the curse of Magic Backlash.
This thought burned within her like a flame. Her brother was the most talented Mage in the family, but due to an unfortunate incident of Magic Backlash, he had become disabled in both legs and lost his magical abilities. Once the pride of the family, he now sat in a wheelchair, silently enduring pain and despair. Luna could not bear to see him so dejected; she wanted to help him stand again and reclaim his glory.
Slowly, Luna opened her eyes, a determined light shining within them. Her small face was serious, as if she were on a sacred mission. She began to rapidly recall the plot from the original book in her mind, searching for a way to resolve her brother's predicament.
"Got it!" A joyful smile broke across Luna's face. She remembered that the book contained records of an Ancient Magic Potion that could lift the curse of Magic Backlash. However, the potion's formula was extremely complex, requiring rare materials and a refining process that was perilous; even a slight misstep could lead to an explosion.
Nevertheless, these challenges did not intimidate Luna. She believed that with hard work, she could overcome all obstacles and successfully refine this potion. She began planning everything: first, she would find the potion's formula, then gather the materials, and finally proceed with the refining process. She understood that it would be a long and arduous journey, but she was fully prepared.
In the days that followed, Luna set her plans into motion. Using memories from her past life, she secretly searched for the potion's formula in the family library. Every day, she immersed herself in the library, poring over ancient texts in hopes of finding any mention of this potion.
Her efforts were rewarded; after some time, Luna finally discovered references to the potion in an old Grimoire. Overjoyed, she carefully copied down the formula and hid it away in her room. Next, Luna began collecting the materials needed for the potion.
She used her intelligence and charm to successfully acquire some rare materials from her family's warehouse. Of course, all of this was done in secret; she didn't want anyone to know about her plans. Everything was ready, just waiting for the right moment.
Luna decided to begin the refining of the potion. She chose a secluded spot, set up the magical array for potion refining, and then started to follow the steps outlined in the recipe, proceeding carefully with each stage of the process.
The refining process was incredibly challenging, requiring intense focus and precise control. Luna immersed herself completely, not daring to relax for even a moment. Her small face was drenched in sweat, yet her eyes remained determined and bright.
After a long wait, the potion was finally successfully refined. Luna looked at the potion in her hand, which emitted a faint glow, and her heart swelled with joy. She knew that as long as she could get her brother to drink this potion, he would be able to lift the curse of magic backlash and stand again.
The next day, Luna secretly brought the potion to her brother's room. She looked at him sitting in his wheelchair, her heart filled with compassion.
"Brother, I brought you something good," Luna said with a smile.
Her brother looked up at her, a kind smile spreading across his face. "Luna, you’re being mischievous again. What good thing did you bring me?"
"You'll find out once you drink it," Luna said mysteriously as she handed him the potion.
Her brother took the potion, looking at Luna with some confusion. "What is this?"
"This is a medicine that can heal your legs," Luna said earnestly.
Her brother's body jolted in surprise; he couldn't believe what he had just heard. "What did you say? This... this can heal my legs?"
"Yes, brother, trust me. Drink it, and your legs will get better," Luna said firmly.
He hesitated for a moment but ultimately chose to believe Luna. He closed his eyes and gulped down the potion.
As the potion entered his system, a warm sensation instantly spread throughout his body.
The eldest brother felt a surge of strength coursing through his body, and his Twin Legs began to tingle. He slowly opened his eyes and attempted to stand up. Miraculously, he actually managed to rise to his feet!
Overwhelmed with emotion, he gazed at his Twin Legs and trembled as he reached out, embracing Luna tightly. "Luna, thank you, thank you!" he choked out.
Luna smiled and patted him on the back. "Eldest Brother, there's no need to thank me; it's what I should do."
News of the eldest brother's recovery quickly spread throughout the Magic Castle. Everyone was astonished and delighted; they could hardly believe that the man who had once been confined to a wheelchair was now standing again.
To celebrate his recovery, the family decided to hold a grand Magic Competition, allowing him to showcase his abilities. The eldest brother did not disappoint their expectations; he excelled in the competition, overcoming all challenges and ultimately claiming the championship. He not only earned glory but also gained the respect of everyone around him.
The family basked in the honor brought by the eldest brother's achievements, and their reputation reached new heights. However, Luna was not satisfied with just this; she aimed to help Second Brother escape from the Magic Dilemma and assist Brother San in overcoming the misconceptions surrounding Magical Talent.
She began investigating Second Brother's situation. She discovered that Second Brother had fallen into the Magic Dilemma because he had been deceived by his closest friend. This friend had exploited Second Brother's trust, stolen his Magic Research Results, and framed him for a crime.
Determined to clear Second Brother's name, Luna resolved to bring that despicable fraud to justice. Utilizing her memories from her past life, she found evidence of the fraud's crimes and presented it to the family elders.
Upon seeing this evidence, the Elders were furious and immediately ordered the arrest of the fraud. In the end, justice was served; the fraud received his due punishment, and Second Brother was exonerated.
As Second Brother walked out of prison and saw Luna waiting for him, he embraced her tightly, tears in his eyes. "Luna, thank you, thank you for saving me."
Luna smiled and patted Second Brother on the back. "Second Brother, there's no need to thank me; it's what I should do."
With Second Brother's situation resolved, Luna turned her attention to Brother San. She discovered that Brother San had neglected his training because he had been misled by his own Magical Talent. He believed that possessing great Magical Talent meant he could become a powerful Mage without putting in any effort.
Luna decided to help Brother San rid himself of this erroneous mindset and encourage him to start diligently practicing again. She approached Brother San and engaged him in a deep conversation.
She told Brother San that while Magical Talent was important, hard work and dedication were the keys to success. She shared many stories about Mages, which deeply resonated with him. He began to reflect on his behavior and became aware of how misguided his previous thoughts had been.
From that day forward, Brother San committed himself to rigorous training, practicing magic every day and continuously improving his abilities. He transformed into a spirited and vibrant individual.
Time flew by, and before long, a year had passed. With Luna's support, the eldest brother regained his health, Second Brother cleared his name, and Brother San diligently pursued his studies. The entire family radiated new vitality.
Luna watched all of this unfold, her heart filled with joy. She knew her efforts had not been in vain; she had successfully changed her family's destiny.
Aelia looked at Luna, unable to fathom that this little infant possessed such immense power. She felt an overwhelming sense of pride and admiration.
“Madam, Third Young Master Lucius requests an audience,” Qin Si's voice echoed from outside the door.
Aelia paused for a moment before responding, “Let him in.”
The door swung open, and Lucius stepped inside, hesitating as he looked at Aelia.
“Mother, I… I have something I want to discuss with you,” Lucius stammered.
Aelia regarded Lucius with curiosity; she was unsure of what he wanted to say but had a nagging feeling that it might concern her.
“Go ahead, what is it?” Aelia replied calmly.
Lucius took a deep breath as if steeling himself for what was to come. He raised his head to meet Aelia's gaze and slowly said, “Mother, Qin Si…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Aelia interrupted him.
“What about Qin Si?” Aelia's voice grew urgent.
Lucius looked at Aelia, and the room fell into silence, the atmosphere thickening with tension.
Aelia looked at Lucius, her heart filled with confusion and unease. She did not understand why he suddenly mentioned Qin Si, nor did she know what he intended to say. A vague sense of foreboding washed over her; she felt that something was about to happen.
Qin Si's fingers tightly gripped the piece of cloth stained with dark red marks, her knuckles turning white as a thin layer of sweat formed in her palms. Taking a deep breath, she struggled to control her trembling legs, stepping cautiously toward Lady Aelia's room. Each step felt like walking on the edge of a knife, her heart racing in her throat, pounding so hard it seemed ready to burst from her chest.
Pushing open the door, Lady Aelia leaned against the window, holding a poetry book. Sunlight bathed her face, outlining her gentle features. Qin Si watched this scene, her nose tinged with bitterness as tears nearly fell. She knew that this beautiful moment of Leonard's Last Night would soon be shattered, and she was the one who would break it.
“Madam…” Qin Si's voice was barely above a whisper, laced with an almost imperceptible tremor. Lady Aelia looked up and noticed the cloth in Qin Si's hand, her brow furrowing slightly.
“What is it? Qin Si, you look unwell.”
Qin Si approached Lady Aelia, trembling as she handed over the cloth. “Madam, this… this was found in the master’s study.”
Lady Aelia took the cloth and unfolded it with curiosity. A strong scent of cedar fragrance enveloped her, distinctly different from the xiang fen she usually used. Her gaze fell upon the dark red stain, and her heart sank sharply. This color, this fragrance… she knew them all too well; it belonged to the favorite yan zhi of the most renowned courtesan from the Drunken Red Mansion in the eastern part of town.
Lady Aelia's face turned as pale as paper, fragile and ready to be blown away by the wind. The cloth slipped from her hands and fell to the ground like a wilting flower.
“No… it can’t be…” Lady Aelia murmured to herself, her voice trembling with disbelief and despair. She clutched the armrests of her chair tightly, knuckles white as if she were trying to crush them.
Seeing Lady Aelia's anguish twisted Qin Si's heart in pain. She understood how heavy this news was for her mistress; she wished more than anything that it were not true, that this was just a nightmare.
“Madam…” Qin Si choked on her words, wanting to offer some comfort but finding any words utterly powerless.
Lady Aelia sat frozen in her chair, tears silently streaming down her pale face, leaving trails on her skin. Sweet memories flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern, starkly contrasting with the harsh reality before her. The pain within surged like a tide, threatening to drown her completely.
She recalled the fluttering heart she felt when she first met Leonard, the sweet vows they exchanged on their wedding day, and the storms they weathered together. All of it had now turned into a cruel irony.
She had once believed she was the happiest woman in the world, with a loving husband who cherished her and a warm, harmonious family.
But now, all of that had shattered; her world had collapsed.
Upon learning that Aelia was aware of his betrayal, Leonard felt a surge of panic. He had thought he was flawless in his deceit, only to discover he had been found out.
He forced himself to remain calm as he hurried to Aelia's room.
Pushing open the door, he saw Aelia sitting motionless in a chair, her face pale and tears streaming down her cheeks, while Qin Si stood nearby, worry etched on her face.
“Aelia, let me explain…” Leonard attempted to speak, but Aelia abruptly lifted her head, her gaze icy as if she were looking at a stranger.
“Explain? What is there to explain?” Aelia's voice was hoarse, laced with despair and anger.
“This piece of Si Pa, the scent of Yanzhi—do you still want to deny it?”
Leonard's heart sank as he looked at the Si Pa on the floor. He hadn't expected Aelia to find it; he had hidden it so carefully.
He opened his mouth to say something but found himself at a loss for words. The explanations and lies he had prepared seemed pale and powerless under Aelia's cold stare.
“When… when did you find out?” Leonard's voice trembled as he struggled to control his emotions, trying not to reveal his inner turmoil.
“Does it matter?” Aelia scoffed, her tone filled with mockery.
“Knowing early or late makes no difference. The fact is that you betrayed me; you deceived me!”
Leonard looked at Aelia, filled with regret and helplessness. He knew he was wrong; he knew he had hurt Aelia, but he didn't know how to make amends.
“Aelia, I…” Leonard tried again to speak, but Aelia interrupted him.
“Leave. I don’t want to see you again.” Her voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.
Leonard met Aelia's resolute gaze and understood that nothing he could say would change anything.
With a deep sigh, he turned and left the room.
Qin Si watched Leonard's retreating figure, her heart a mix of emotions. She didn't know whether to sympathize with Lady Aelia or condemn Lord Leonard.
The room fell silent once more, with only Lady Aelia's suppressed sobs echoing in the air. Suddenly, a flurry of urgent footsteps approached from outside, and the door was flung open.
"Mother! What happened?"
Oh, buckle up, my dear!
To hell with Destiny, she thought. I will rewrite this damned story. Her elder brother, once the shining star of the family, had now become a shadow of his former self, haunting her thoughts. The magic backlash had not only taken his twin legs but also the light from his eyes. Damn Destiny, you are cruel!
Luna clenched her tiny fists as her Magic Core hummed with newfound power. He would stand again; he would reclaim his magic. She would ensure it, even if it meant turning the entire damned kingdom upside down!
The ancient remedy—merely a legend—flashed through her mind. It was an extremely complex potion, requiring ingredients rarer than a unicorn's fart, and the process was dangerous enough to blow up a small village.
A piece of cake.
Well, maybe not a piece of cake; it was more like a multi-layered, magically infused, explosive wedding cake. But Luna would not back down.
The dusty, forgotten family library became her domain. She sneaked in like a book-loving little sprite, her small hands rummaging through ancient scrolls while her mind struggled to decipher the mysterious symbols.
Finally, she found it! In a forgotten corner, whispers of a recipe emerged from the yellowed pages. Luna carefully copied it down, the symbols branding themselves deep into her memory.
Next came the quest for ingredients—a grand and secret adventure. Charm, wit, and a touch of doll-like persuasion—Luna pulled out all the stops. A pinch of Phoenix Feather here, a scrap of Dragon Scale there… she acquired them all like an experienced little thief without anyone noticing.
Who could refuse those innocent, wide eyes?
The process of brewing potions was... quite intense.
Imagine a little one surrounded by a bubbling cauldron, chanting in a language older than time itself.
The air crackled with energy, sparks flying as the room shimmered with nearly uncontrollable Magical Energy.
One mistake could lead to an explosion!
But Luna, with her past life experience and unwavering determination, navigated this perilous path like a seasoned expert.
The potion she created emitted an extraordinary glow.
She had succeeded!
Now came the tricky part: getting her brother to drink it.
“Brother,” Luna called sweetly, holding out a small vial, “I brought you something.”
Her brother, no longer the vibrant person he once was, managed a weary smile.
“Oh, Luna, what are you up to this time?”
“Just a little bit of Little Mage magic,” she winked, her eyes sparkling. “Drink it, trust me.”
He hesitated but complied.
The potion flowed through his veins, first bringing warmth, then a sharp sting.
His once-numb legs began to feel alive again.
He stood up—he really stood up.
Tears streamed down his face, mixing joy with disbelief.
He embraced Luna tightly.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.
The news spread like wildfire.
The crippled Heir could walk again!
The family erupted in celebration.
To honor his miraculous recovery, they held a grand Martial Arts Tournament.
He fought as if possessed, magic dazzling around him, ultimately emerging victorious.
Luna watched from the side, a faint smile of satisfaction gracing her lips. One down, two to go. While her brother reveled in his regained glory, the cunning Luna turned her attention to her other two brothers. One had been ensnared by a treacherous friend’s web of lies; the other had squandered his potential through blind arrogance. She would save them both, for that was what a formidable reincarnated Mage Sister was meant to do.
Meanwhile, in her gilded cage of a marriage, Lady Alia lived a false life. Blissfully unaware of her husband's betrayal, she clung tightly to the illusion of a perfect existence. But Xiao Luna, the chaotic little messenger, had other plans. Everything began with a whisper, a rumor that she skillfully planted in the right ears.
A handkerchief, stained with the unmistakable marks of a high-end brothel, fell into Alia's hands. The fabric retained the scent of an unfamiliar perfume, like the kiss of a venomous snake, hinting at infidelity. Alia's world crumbled around her. She was unwilling to believe yet unable to escape the nauseating truth. Her husband, Leonard, the love of her life, the man she had trusted wholeheartedly… had betrayed her.
The confrontation was brutal. Leonard was caught red-handed, stammering and at a loss as his carefully crafted lies disintegrated under Alia's icy gaze. The love in her eyes had turned to frost.
"Get out," she whispered, her voice hollow. "I never want to see you again."
As Leonard stumbled out like a broken man, Alia's meticulously constructed life shattered around her. Just then, the door swung open violently.
"Mom!" Alia's youngest son, Lucius, cried out in terror. "What happened?"
The stage was set; the game had begun. And in the shadows pulling all the strings, Xiao Luna knew this was just the beginning…
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