Reincarnated as the First Missy's Live-in Maid
“Mei Lin.”
Lin Yue stirred.
Her long lashes fluttered before her eyes snapped open.
Still half-lost in sleep, she hurriedly rose from the narrow maid’s couch, smoothing her wrinkled sleeves.
“Mei Lin, what are you dawdling there for?” Qing He whispered urgently. “The Young Mistress is summoning you!”
Before she could take a step, a cold snort rang through the room.
“Hmph.”
The senior matron entered, her posture rigid, her gaze was sharp as a blade honed by years in the inner court.
“So this is how you serve the household?” she snapped. “Sleeping past dawn and neglecting your duties?”
Mei Lin stiffened and immediately lowered her head.
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Lin Yue had never imagined that the birthday wish she made in jest would truly come to pass.
She had awakened not in her own body, but within the pages of her most beloved novel—reborn as Mei Lin, the personal maid of her cherished heroine.
Instead of fear or despair, joy surged through her heart.
In her mind, she laughed softly and spun in a foolish little dance, giddy with fate’s generosity.
Since Heaven has sent me here…
She would not allow the tragedy of the book to repeat itself.
She would shield the First Young Mistress from the venomous schemes of the villainess, even if it meant offending the entire household.
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“How dare you shove Qing He to the ground!” a voice accused sharply.
“I did not!” the girl cried desperately.
“Enough excuses,” said the Fourth Young Master, Su Chen. “I saw it with my own eyes.”
The surrounding servants lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.
At that moment, Mei Lin stepped forward.
She knelt, her movements measured and respectful, and bowed deeply.
“This lowly servant begs permission to speak,” she said softly. “I was present throughout the incident.”
Su Chen’s gaze shifted to her. “Speak.”
“The Second Young Mistress fell of her own accord.”
“Furthermore, the First Young Mistress did not enter the kitchen today. How, then, could the Second Young Mistress fall ill because of her cooking?”
“Moreover, the First Young Mistress was bathing in the rear chambers when the Second Young Mistress arrived.”
“It was the Second Young Mistress who provoked the First Young Mistress first.”
Every time the villainess struck, Lin Yue was already two steps ahead.
The Second Young Mistress’s face flushed crimson with fury.
“Impudent servant!” she shrieked. “Silence, you wretched girl!”
Mei Lin bowed her head once more, unflinching.
“Forgive this servant, Second Young Mistress,” she replied calmly. “But my name is Mei Lin.”
And she would not be trampled so easily
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