The Comeback of the Cannon-Fodder Supporting Actress

Ni Zhilan never expected the truth to be like this.

She was not Aunt Zhou’s biological daughter, but Mrs. Ni’s.

Back then, Aunt Zhou boldly swapped her at birth, and now she was trying to take her life, letting Ni Zhiyu enter her body and impersonate her to gain all the benefits.

Ni Zhilan laughed in anger.

What does she count as?

A tool for Ni Zhiyu to rise to power?

Why should she risk her own life to help Ni Zhiyu achieve her goals?

Ni Zhilan harbored resentment in her heart, but didn’t show it on her face. She wasn’t a fool, she knew that if she exposed the truth now, who knows if Aunt Zhou would resort to more drastic means to deal with her.

What exactly Aunt Zhou was capable of, and what her foundation was, Ni Zhilan knew nothing at all.

She thought, since Aunt Zhou hadn’t realized she was not Ni Zhiyu yet, she might as well play along with the act, wait until she acknowledged her biological mother, and then tell her mother the truth, letting her investigate Aunt Zhou.

After making up her mind, Ni Zhilan spoke to Aunt Zhou without revealing anything, mimicking Ni Zhiyu in every move.

Aunt Zhou laughed heartily.

Years of desires finally fulfilled, she was very pleased.

After talking for a while, Ni Zhilan feigned being tired, and Aunt Zhou, seeing nothing was amiss, got up and left.

As soon as Aunt Zhou left, Ni Zhilan got out of bed.

She recalled what Anning had said to her in the bridal sedan chair.

Clearly, Anning knew the situation, which was why she advised her to behave like Ni Zhiyu and even gave her a means to communicate.

Ni Zhilan wondered if she should send a message to Anning to let her know there was no need to wait, as she couldn’t head to Yang City anytime soon, but then she realized that when Anning gave her the communication talisman, she was still a living soul—how could she now take it out after returning to her body?

As soon as she thought this, an object appeared in her hand.

She looked at it and saw it was the communication talisman.

Ni Zhilan was delighted, yet more wary of these mysterious phenomena.

She thought, once things were settled, she would definitely make a trip to Yang City to meet Miss Luo. If possible, she’d like to learn some self-defense spells.

After dwelling on these thoughts, Ni Zhilan was truly exhausted and fell asleep unknowingly.

Meanwhile, Ni Zhiyu in the bridal sedan was not faring well.

She trembled with fear and panic.

Having witnessed the Ghost King’s methods, she knew she wouldn’t live long if she married him.

She wanted to return, to seek help from Aunt Zhou, thinking perhaps Aunt Zhou had a way to rescue her.

At the same time, Ni Zhiyu was puzzled.

Everything had been calculated, logically, it should have been Ni Zhilan in the sedan chair destined to marry the Ghost King—how did it end up being her?

Ni Zhiyu couldn’t fathom it.

Meanwhile, in the Deceit Realm, Mao Xiaoxiao and Nangong Shu weren’t doing well either.

After visiting them, Miss Wu left.

Mao Xiaoxiao thought Miss Wu would employ some effective methods against them, and she was prepared, but Miss Wu never showed up again.

Not only did Miss Wu not return, but she also occasionally sent people with food for them.

Mao Xiaoxiao found it strange.

But before Mao Xiaoxiao could delve into the reasons, she fell asleep.

When she slept, Nangong Shu slept too.

Upon waking, Mao Xiaoxiao found she had transformed.

She had become Miss Wu.

When she opened her mouth to scream, no sound came out.

Then she heard the maids say, ”Miss, the Old Master is urging you to hurry. He said many people are gathered under the restaurant—make sure to choose a Ru Yi groom carefully.”

Mao Xiaoxiao wanted to curse, saying she wouldn’t choose any Ru Yi groom.

But the maids came in to change her clothes and took her out.

She was carried into a carriage and taken to a restaurant.

Upon reaching the restaurant, she found many people below.

She looked carefully and soon noticed a refined young man below.

He was handsome, with a noble demeanor, clearly of extraordinary background.

Her mood improved significantly.

At this point, the maids urged her to throw a Xiuqiu, so Mao Xiaoxiao thought she might as well throw it to the noble young man. Gritting her teeth, she threw the Xiuqiu.

At the same time, Nangong Shu was also throwing a Xiuqiu.

He had also become Miss Wu, forced to the top of the restaurant to throw a Xiuqiu.

He too aimed for the noble young man, thinking that such a noble man would have a good character. If the Xiuqiu was caught, he would explain everything to the young man during their marriage negotiations, hoping for help.

With this thought, Nangong Shu threw the Xiuqiu.

However, neither Mao Xiaoxiao’s nor Nangong Shu’s Xiuqiu landed in the desired young man’s hands, but instead fell into the hands of an indescribably ugly beggar.

Seeing the Xiuqiu land in the beggar’s hands, Mao Xiaoxiao shouted angrily, ”It doesn’t count, it doesn’t count, throw again.”

Old Master Wu also hurriedly approached the beggar to retrieve the Xiuqiu, insisting that it didn’t count and needed to be thrown again.

Mao Xiaoxiao was very pleased, thinking that Old Master Wu truly cared for his daughter, not letting her marry just anyone.

But she didn’t expect the noble young man she admired would insist on marrying her off to the beggar.

Mao Xiaoxiao was furious.

Nangong Shu was also nearly enraged to death.

He thought, appearances can be deceiving; someone with such a noble demeanor, yet lacking common sense, forcing a noble lady to marry a beggar—was this human conduct?

He wanted to oppose it, but the young man revealed his identity—it was the Holy Emperor.

Now, even if he didn’t want to marry, he had to.

Nangong Shu even considered the possibility of suicide.

Later, Wu Residence was decorated festively. Although Old Master Wu was reluctant, he still forced a smile to arrange Miss Wu’s wedding.

When it came time to enter the bridal chamber, Mao Xiaoxiao and Nangong Shu were utterly disgusted.

They wanted to resist.

But at that moment, for some reason, they couldn’t.

So, in their dreams, both were wed to a beggar.

The next day, Nangong Shu awoke to be repeatedly nauseous.

In the following days, both lived in a nightmare, their lives truly miserable.

As if that wasn’t enough, they witnessed the beggar, after gaining power, collude with bandits, leading to the demise of the entire Wu family. The beggar then enjoyed the Wu family’s wealth.

Mao Xiaoxiao and Nangong Shu were filled with rage, yet helpless.

When they woke up, they cried their hearts out.

Mao Xiaoxiao cursed in fury, while Nangong Shu also cursed after crying.

After cursing, they looked at each other, both recalling the same thing.

Their experience paralleled that of Miss Wu’s.

The actions of the noble young man toward them mirrored their own actions toward Miss Wu.

They had thought they stood on the side of justice, believing Miss Wu shouldn’t disdain the impoverished and should honor her commitment to marry Gao Haogu after throwing the Xiuqiu.

But now, they no longer thought that way.

They only realized that doing what seemed right with a light sentence had cost the Wu family dozens of lives. That was dozens of human lives.