Chapter 306: Chapter 306
"Cough... cough cough..."
In the early morning, as the first rays of sunlight began to appear, accompanied by the little girl on the bed's uncontrollable heavy coughing, the originally quiet Rosings Manor instantly became noisy.
When Mrs. de Bourgh arrived hurriedly with a group of butlers and servants, they saw the little girl on the bed—barely over six years old—already unconscious...
"Oh, my poor Anne, doctor, John, Doctor John..."
"Anne, oh God! My precious Anne..."
Amidst the chaos, in her dazed state, An Ning felt something like a sharp blade passing across her wrist...
Wait, wasn't it a doctor who came? Medical treatment, bloodletting?
Connecting this with the clearly unusual accents around her, An Ning suddenly had a bad premonition.
And in the following days, this premonition undoubtedly came true.
Relying on occasionally smuggled diluted Spirit Spring Water at night, under the terrifying treatments of this era's doctors, An Ning's current body ultimately managed to survive stubbornly.
Skillfully changing clothes with the maids' assistance, moments later, looking at the golden hair in the mirror and the clearly foreign appearance—though cute and well-behaved—even though mentally prepared, An Ning couldn't help but fall into an awkward silence for a moment.
It wasn't really anything, just...
"Your Quick Transmigration Bureau has quite extensive business, huh?"
An Ning reached out curiously and poked the system beside her.
"Of course!" Not feeling anything wrong at all, in her consciousness space, the system proudly puffed out its little chest:
"Our bureau's business is really extensive, it's not just humans! Before, a colleague even took on a mermaid case!"
"And it seemed to be a magical world too!"
Well, that's fine too. Species diversity and all!
"By the way host, you got full marks in your last world too, no wait, it's good that you got full marks, otherwise those thirty points would have been such a waste..."
The system said regretfully.
A waste? Actually, this time An Ning really didn't think so, because her Xi'er's intelligence and emotional quotient surpassed even what she had previously imagined.
Speaking of which, when she passed away in her previous life at over a hundred years old, even simplified versions of steam cars existed within Great Song Dynasty territory!
Though the speed was really quite... touching.
Thinking of how someone couldn't help but feel proud right up until their death, An Ning couldn't help but snort lightly.
She wasn't surprised about this five-star rating either. In her previous life, Fukang's wish wasn't actually complicated—it wasn't about pinning hopes on her father, nor about taking revenge on others.
From beginning to end, there was only one:
That was to be able to control her own destiny, rather than being a pawn or even a bargaining chip in others' hands...
What a pity, this was precisely the most difficult thing for Fukang at that time.
Thinking of her hard-working and laborious first half of life earlier, An Ning subconsciously shifted her small body, finding a comfortable position to nestle in on the bed.
Hmm... not bad, this bed is really soft.
And the surroundings—the gauze cabinets, the bed curtains full of girlish charm—everything was undeniably exquisite.
After a simple survey, An Ning nodded with satisfaction.
Hmm... not bad. It seems apart from having a weak body, this life's starting point is quite good.
Perfect for beautifully lying back and relaxing!
This British little girl's name is Anne de Bourgh. Yes, that's right.
Not only is she the sole heir of Rosings Manor, but because this body's father died early and her health has always been poor, her mother Lady Catherine has practically spoiled her rotten since childhood.
Even the heavy curriculum typical for noble young ladies of that time was never strictly enforced on the original. The governess Miss Jones also had an extremely gentle temperament.
The original had a well-behaved personality and got along particularly happily with her family.
The only thing is, this body also has an older male cousin ten years her senior—Fitzwilliam Darcy.
Yes, that Darcy, the male lead of domineering CEO literature from a century ago. And the one who has been staying by An Ning's side recently, inquiring after her comfort and showing every consideration, is precisely the major antagonist in this story who's dedicated to separating the male and female leads, breaking up the loving couple.
The male lead's materialistic and harsh biological aunt, Lady Catherine!
Heh, isn't this person just too familiar!
But it has nothing to do with An Ning anyway. At most, she'll just observe this world-famous literary work up close and watch the drama unfold.
Lying leisurely on the small bed near the window, letting Rosings Manor's warm morning breeze gently brush her cheeks, this life's original little girl's wish was similarly simple.
That was not to die young like in her previous life, causing Lady Catherine grief and sorrow.
And even more, not wanting her mother to worry excessively about her matters, even to the point of falling out with her normally good-natured nephew, their relationship becoming strained!
Becoming the obsessive antagonist in someone else's love story!
Reaching out to check the little girl's pulse for a moment, shortly after, An Ning lay back again with a relaxed expression.
One can only say, quack doctors mislead people!
Morning, bright sunlight outside the window, large patches of French roses in full bloom, not far away, a vast clear lake coming into view...
Truly worthy of being a grand manor comparable to the legendary Pemberley!
It's just, this starting point feels a bit unreal.
Lying face down on the soft large bed, An Ning indulged in random thoughts for a rare moment. But the next second at the dining table, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar food before her:
Heh, indeed, there's no such thing as a free transmigration to just lie back!
Just then, seeing her precious daughter clearly having no appetite, Lady Catherine—who usually carried a somewhat haughty expression—visibly tensed up, immediately putting down her cutlery and asking her precious daughter:
"Oh, what's wrong with Anne? Are you feeling unwell again! Or is today's dinner not to your taste?"
"No, not at all Mother, today's pastries look absolutely delicious..."
Imitating the original little girl's manner, An Ning looked up with a shy smile, then after a moment reached out to grasp her knife and fork.
Hmm... this roasted lamb chop should be quite good!
Seeing her precious daughter eating well, Lady Catherine's expression remained unchanged, but her eyes unconsciously showed relief.
The following months continued . An Ning realized that although not skilled at direct expression, as her only daughter—and a sickly one at that—Lady Catherine truly invested more than twelve times the effort into the original.
Every day, while listening to the butler's reports on manor affairs, she would inquire about every matter concerning her daughter. If An Ning coughed even once more than usual, she would urgently send for the doctor.
Only after dinner ended and they returned to the room, with all servants gradually withdrawing, did Lady Catherine's expression become more serious:
"Anne, my dear daughter, do you remember what I've told you before? As a proper young lady, in terms of reading, it's proper behavior to peruse more meaningful classical literature or elegant poetry collections, rather than some absurd and nonsensical books..."