Reincarnated as a Sickly Princess, She was Kidnapped by the Evil Dragon Lady - Chapter 2

Despite the warmth of the embrace, Elysia’s confusion did not subside. The only thing she could be certain of was that the people before her harbored no ill intent. While the woman held her, Elysia’s eyes darted across the ornate walls and scanned the individuals in the room, her mind racing to make sense of the situation.

She eventually reached a startling conclusion: she had transmigrated. She was now inhabiting the body of a girl whose life was entirely different from her own past existence. Given the deep concern and anxiety etched into their faces, these people were clearly her family.

Elysia felt a wave of hesitation. She wondered if she should simply tell them that the original Elysia was gone, replaced by a stranger who happened to share her name. After a moment of careful thought, however, she gently pushed the woman away and looked into her eyes, then toward the deep, piercing gaze of the mature man standing beside her.

“Excuse me… but who are you? Who are all of you?” she asked softly.

Elysia knew she couldn’t maintain a facade for long. She had no access to this body’s memories and knew nothing about these people. Judging by her surroundings, the original host came from a family of high status, yet she was now a frail girl with no strength to speak of—a stark contrast to her “sturdy” physique in her previous life. Playing the amnesia card seemed like the most logical path to survival.

As expected, her words struck the room like a physical blow. A heavy, awkward silence fell over the group until the beautiful woman broke it with a trembling voice.

“Little Elysia, it’s me… I’m your mother. Don’t you recognize me?”

The woman’s hands tightly gripped Elysia’s right hand, her eyes searching desperately for even a flicker of recognition. But Elysia only offered a heartbreaking blow in return.

“No… I don’t know you.”

Elysia spoke with a slight tremor as she pulled her hand back. She instinctively retreated toward the headboard, curling into herself and watching them with wary, guarded eyes. This movement turned everyone in the room into statues of shock. While she didn’t enjoy causing them pain, she knew that for her own safety, she had to commit to the role.

Suddenly, a tall, well-built young man spoke up. “Father, Mother… I think it is possible that Elysia has lost her memory.”

All eyes turned toward him as he continued, “Given how she was injured…”

The group began to discuss the circumstances of her “accident” right in front of her. Through their conversation, Elysia pieced together the grim reality of her situation. The original owner of this body had committed suicide by leaping from a balcony—landing head-first.

It seemed that as the original girl passed away, Elysia’s soul had slipped into the vacant vessel. The intent behind the act was undeniable, as she had even left a meticulously prepared suicide note. Given that the fall should have been fatal, the fact that she was alive at all made her “amnesia” seem like a minor miracle rather than a cause for suspicion.

Relieved that she was breathing, the family accepted the loss of her memory and began to reintroduce themselves one by one.

The woman who had first embraced her was indeed her mother, Rosaria Elorishi Lynn. The stern, authoritative man was her father, Rhodas Lu.

She then met her siblings. The eldest brother, Gabriel, appeared to be in his mid-twenties. With his gold-rimmed glasses and neat blonde hair, he exuded the air of a refined intellectual. Her second sister, Isabella, was a stunning blend of both parents, possessing a tall, graceful figure and beautiful rose-gold wavy hair. Her third brother, Ethan, was built more sturdily and carried the same natural gravity as their father; despite his handsome, sharp features, he wore a permanent scowl. Finally, there was her fourth sister, Amelia, who was exceptionally alluring with her phoenix-shaped eyes and a delicate beauty mark at the corner of her eye.

It was a family of exceptional genes. Every sibling was tall, charismatic, and possessed striking blonde hair that radiated aristocratic elegance. This left Elysia feeling rather perplexed. Why was she so short and thin compared to them? And more importantly, why was her hair black when everyone else was blonde?

She had caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror earlier. She looked so frail and different that she might have doubted she was related to them at all if she hadn’t seen a slight family resemblance in her facial features.

As she was processing this new information, Rosaria’s eyes welled with tears again, and she pulled Elysia into another hug. “My poor Elysia… you’ve suffered so much since you were a child. We are so sorry…”

She began to sob into Elysia’s shoulder.

“That’s enough, dear,” Rhodas intervened, noticing Elysia’s overwhelmed expression. “Let her get some rest.”

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