The first young mistress dragged the third young mistress back and slapped her across the face. “What have you done?!”

“She… she provoked me first. I didn’t mean to do it. I...”

“Enough.” The first young mistress shot her sister a glare and ordered the servants and guards to look for Jun Huang. The mistress noticed the commotion and got off the coach to ask what had happened. When she heard that Jun Huang had been pushed off the cliff by the third young mistress, she fainted and collapsed.

Jun Huang knew she’d be safe, but she couldn’t help the fear running down her spine. Images flashed through her mind. There was something familiar about the feeling of falling. When she tried to focus on the flashing images, though, she couldn’t.

She squeezed her eyes shut and couldn’t help struggling a little, her throat too tight to make a sound. Free-falling wasn’t something one got used to. Before she could think herself into...