MTL - Harry Potter’s Morning Light - Chapter 167 Infinite reverie

“Primum non nocere.”

Gu Yanfei was reborn. In her last life, it was only after her death that she realized she was the real daughter in a story about a real and a fake rich daughter. She was supposed to be the daughter of a nobleman, but someone switched her with another child at birth and left her leading a wretched life — a cannon fodder from start to finish. The female lead was the fake rich daughter, but she was also blessed with good fortune and the affection of the Gu family, taking everything that was rightfully Gu Yanfei’s.

In that life, Gu Yanfei lived as she died, with no rhyme or reason. However, after her death, she transmigrated to a cultivators’ realm and became a healer… But after cultivating herself for 200 years, she failed her ascension trials. Then, one of the divine thunderbolts struck her and sent her back to her last life — back to the moment when the identity of the rich daughter was exposed. Upon her return, everyone in the nobleman’s residence was laughing at her for being illiterate and uneducated, a far cry from the fake rich daughter blessed with good looks and a kind heart, who stood above the rest. They just did not know that Gu Yanfei was a fully-leveled character, reincarnated back to this moment!

Silvermist Evermore never belonged. Born to unloving parents and cast aside, she had long accepted that life would never offer her warmth—until she was chosen as an apprentice at Moonstone Academy, a place where magic breathes and fate is written in the stars.But her arrival comes with a price. In an act of betrayal and manipulation, Silvermist shatters Frost's staff, the formidable Winter Guardian, unraveling a secret that should have remained buried.Now, bound by an ancient rule, she must take its place—not as a mere apprentice, but as something far more dangerous: Frost’s human staff, the living embodiment of his power.As Silvermist struggles to navigate the treacherous halls of Moonstone, she discovers that Guardians without apprentices are doomed to vanish, and the balance of the four seasons—Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter—hangs by a thread. But the shadows whisper a greater truth: a war looms on the horizon, fueled by the Sandman’s wrath and a hidden enemy who has been pulling the strings all along.Haunted by cryptic dreams, hunted by those who seek to use her, and betrayed by those she once trusted, Silvermist must uncover the truth behind her own existence before she loses herself to the very storm she was forced to wield.Can she survive the weight of Winter, or will she be the final snowfall that buries them all?

Big news! Big news!

The people of Qingzhou spread the word to each other.

After 200 years of not having any daughters, the Jiang family of Xijin Ferry has finally given birth to a baby girl.

Legend has it that this baby girl was born with great good fortune.

On the day she was born, the long drought-stricken land was blessed with sweet rain.

A few days after she was born, when her elders went up the mountain to hunt, they found a huge spiritual mushroom, resolving the family’s urgent need.

Half a year after she was born, her father topped the imperial exam and was appointed as the top scholar, bringing glory to their ancestors. After becoming an official, under the blessings of little darling, he successively grew new high-yield grain varieties that yielded thousands of catties per mu, shocking the world. It was smooth sailing all the way as he rose through the ranks.

The noble lords looked at Jiang Yuqing subtly gaining favor from the Emperor on behalf of his father, and then at their own daughters who only knew how to fight for attention and be jealous. Tears of envy flowed from the corners of their mouths.

Jiang’s father weakly raised his hand: I swear I didn’t teach her that, do you believe me?

The lords: Tsk…

Seeing the little girl become more and more outstanding, drawing a frenzied swarm of admirers, a certain prince was finally enraged, his sword sweeping across and leaving blood flowing like a river: A flower raised by me, how dare you!