Starting with a Breakup, How Can the True Heiress Be My Yandere Ex-Girlfriend?

Chapter 74

Starting with a Breakup, How Can the True Heiress Be My Yandere Ex-Girlfriend?

Fake heiresses are destined to meet their defeat at the hands of the true heiress. This is the inevitable fate of all imposters—and Xu Nian is no exception. But why does Xu Nian’s downfall feel so… different? In any other “true vs. fake heiress” scenario, the protagonist would steer clear of the real deal at all costs. Except in this world, the true heiress is Xu Nian’s ex-girlfriend! And she’s dead set on locking up the fake heiress—her “ex-boyfriend”—in the basement, dismantling her limbs, turning her into a doll, and binding them together forever. Solution? Strike first. Before the yandere true heiress can act, Xu Nian disguises herself as a yandere lolita, overwhelms her with obsessive love, and ensures the real heiress is too consumed by twisted affection to turn monstrous. That’s Xu Nian’s escape route. Except… The true heiress was faking it! She was never cured—still the same deranged yandere! Xu Nian barely stages her own death to investigate the truth behind her fake parents’ murder before the true heiress drags her back home and locks her in the basement. Bizarre props? Check. Overwhelming possessiveness? The fake heiress is now a caged canary. “No! Qingya, let’s go back to how we were before! We used to love each other so much!” “Are you joking right now? Until you’re thoroughly carrying our love’s ‘proof,’ you’re not going anywhere. I’ll tie you to my side—forever.” No way! Xu Nian refuses to become a demure housewife! …Eh? Another daughter was just born. …She’s so pretty though.

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᮰ᯖᮟᮧ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮤᯍ᮰

ᮃᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮟᮥᮠ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞ ᮣᮑᮖᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮁᮙᮥ ᮗᮢᮕᮕᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮺ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮤ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑᮼ

᮰ᯖᮟᮧ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮟᮞ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᯍ ᯗ ᮢᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟ ᮞᮕᮢᮦᮟᮥᮣ ᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮙᮞᮕᮼ᮰

᮰ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮼᮼᮼ ᮑᮜᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᯗ ᮗᮥᮕᮣᮣᮼ᮰

ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ’ᮣ ᮢᮕᮣᮠᮟᮞᮣᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮕᮣᮙᮤᮑᮞᮤᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮟᮨ ᮤᮑᮙᮜ ᮣᮧᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩᮼ

ᯑᮘᮕᮞ ᮁᮙᮥ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮔᮔᮼ

᮰ᮇᮘᮑᮤᯍ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮥᮓᮓᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮙᮤᯍ᮰

ᯖᮙᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔᮣᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮜᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ’ᮣ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮕᮢᮼ

᮰ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮣᮕᮺ ᮙᮤ’ᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮠᮑᮢᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮗᮢᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢᮼ ᯜᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮣᮘᮙᮠᮼ᮰

᮰ᮉᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ ᯐᮟᮤᮘ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮜᮕᮑᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ᮰

ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮢᮕᮠᮜᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮟᮥᮠ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮗᮢᮕᮕᮔ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ—ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮢᮕᮣᮟᮜᮦᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮛᮕᮕᮠ ᮙᮤ ᮒᮥᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮣᮼ

ᮄᮟᮔᮑᮩ’ᮣ ᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮕᮔ ᮥᮞᮥᮣᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮙᮓᮥᮜᮤᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᯓᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯖᮑᮞᮔᮜᮕᮢᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮑ ᮧᮕᮕᮛᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮖᮑᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮙᮗᮘᮻᮣᮤᮑᮢ ᮙᮞᮓᮙᮔᮕᮞᮤᮣᯍ

ᯔᮙᮢᮣᮤᮺ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮝᮥᮣᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮠᮑᮢᮛ ᮣᮧᮑᮢᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᯓᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯐᮕᮑᮣᮤᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮤᮤᮑᮓᮛ ᮒᮩ ᮑ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕᮻᮣᮤᮑᮢ ᯓᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯖᮑᮞᮔᮜᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮕᮞᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮟᮻᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᯒᮙᮦᮙᮞᮕᮻᮜᮕᮦᮕᮜ ᯘᮟᮩ ᯓᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯖᮑᮞᮔᮜᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮖᮟᮥᮢᮻᮣᮤᮑᮢ ᯚᮟᮞᮕᮜᮙᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᯓᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯐᮕᮑᮣᮤᮼ

ᮇᮕᮢᮕ ᮘᮙᮗᮘᮻᮣᮤᮑᮢ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮑᮤᮣ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮝᮟᮞᯍ

᮰ᯑᮑᮠᮤᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮗᮟᮼ᮰

ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮥᮢᮻᮣᮤᮑᮢ ᯚᮟᮞᮕᮜᮙᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᯓᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯐᮕᮑᮣᮤ’ᮣ ᮓᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮈᮙᮑᮟ ᯕᮕᮼ

ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣ ᮤᮑᮞᮗᮜᮕᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮺ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮓᮛᮕᮔᮺ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮢᮑᮞᮣᮖᮟᮢᮝᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑᮞ ᯓᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯐᮕᮑᮣᮤ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮜᮕᮑᮠᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮟᮥᮢ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮣᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ—ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮒᮟᮟᮣᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮥᮞᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜᮺ ᮘᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮼ

ᯗᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮙᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮑᮠᮙᮔ ᮗᮢᮟᮧᮤᮘ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮑᮙᮜᮺ ᮜᮟᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮖᮕᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮗᮢᮕᮣᮣ—

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑᮞ ᯓᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯐᮕᮑᮣᮤ—

ᮄᮘᮕᮞ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮢᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮒ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮼ

ᮃᮠᮕᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮣᮺ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮜᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮣᮼ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯏ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮖᮥᮜᮜᮼ

ᮄᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮞ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮕᮨᮠᮜᮙᮓᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮣᮥᮢᮗᮕ ᮟᮖ ᯘᮟᮩ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮗᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕ’ᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮜᮟᮣᮕᮢ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮙᮣ ᮠᮢᮟᮗᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ

᮰ᯖᮟᮧ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮤᯍ᮰ ᮈᮙᮑᮟ ᯕᮕ ᮑᮣᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮘᮕ ᮠᮟᮓᮛᮕᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮕᮼ

᮰ᯗ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮟᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮺ᮰ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮢᮕᮠᮜᮙᮕᮔ ᮣᮟᮖᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮜᮩ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᯖᮥᮘᯍ ᯏᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩᯍ᮰

ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮥᮢᮠᮢᮙᮣᮕᮔ—ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮕᮡᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮘᮟᮓᮛᮕᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮣᮡᮥᮑᮔ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮙᮞᮕ ᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢᮣᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮑᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮖᮟᮥᮢᮻᮣᮤᮑᮢᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮤᮘᮢᮕᮕᮻᮣᮤᮑᮢᮣᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮣᮤ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮧᮟᮻᮣᮤᮑᮢᮣᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮝᮥᮗᮺ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮕᮑᮢᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮠᮢᮟᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᯍᮯ

ᮃᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮕᮨᮓᮜᮑᮙᮝᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮔᮙᮣᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮖᮺ ᮰ᯗᮤ ᮤᮟᮟᮛ ᮝᮕ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮣᮯ ᯒᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮖᮙᮞᮙᮣᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮢᮑᮣᮘ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕ ᮤᮟᮔᮑᮩᯍ ᯖᮟᮧ ᮙᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮕᮜᮙᮗᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮠᮢᮟᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᯍ᮰

᮰ᯔᮟᮢᮤᮥᮞᮕ ᮖᮑᮦᮟᮢᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮜᮔᮺ ᯗ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮣᮕᮼ᮰

ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮟᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮒᮢᮙᮕᮖ ᮢᮕᮣᮠᮟᮞᮣᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮦᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮝᮥᮢᮝᮥᮢᮣ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮢᮙᮕᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᯔᮕᮑᮢ ᮦᮑᮜᮥᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮘᮙᮤ ᮿᮾᮾ᮳—ᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᯔᮕᮑᮢ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮛᮩᮢᮟᮓᮛᮕᮤᮕᮔᮼ

ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮙᮔ ᯇᯇ᮳ ᯔᮕᮑᮢ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᯍ

ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮥᮖᮖᮟᮓᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮟᮜᮔ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮥᮢᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮟᮢᮺ ᮞᮟ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮥᮢᮗᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮣᮤᮢᮟᮩ ᮣᮥᮢᮗᮕᮔ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜᮜᮑᮒᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮧᮙᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮠᮕᮢᮓᮕᮠᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮖᮩᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮖᮕᮑᮢ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮟᮒᮜᮙᮤᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮧᮙᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮙᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮣᮤᮙᮑᮜ ᮖᮟᮢᮝᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔᮼ

ᮀᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮥᮢ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮜᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮢᮝᮣᮺ ᮘᮙᮔᮔᮕᮞ ᮒᮕᮞᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮓᮟᮑᮤᮺ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮓᮕᮔᮙᮞᮗᮼ

᮰ᮄᮧᮟᮻᮣᮤᮑᮢ ᯔᮕᮑᮢ ᮓᮟᮢᮕᮣ ᮑᮢᮕᮞ’ᮤ ᮘᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮠᮠᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮢᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮟᮜᮙᮔ ᮑᮓᮘᮙᮕᮦᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮡᮥᮑᮜᮙᮖᮩᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮙᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮥᮖᮖᮙᮓᮕᮺ᮰ ᮈᮙᮑᮟ ᯕᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮔᮼ ᯖᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮥᮢᮻᮣᮤᮑᮢ ᮓᮟᮢᮕ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮙᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮠᮑᮢᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮑᮞᮛ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ᮰

ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮞᮗᮤᮘ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮞᮣᮑᮤᮙᮑᮒᮜᮕᮼ

ᯗᮞ ᮖᮑᮓᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮢᮥᮣᮤᮢᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮢᮑᮞᮛᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮣᮟᮟᮞᮕᮢᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮕᮝᮙᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮗᮢᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ—ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮩ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮕᮓᮤ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞᮼ

ᯜᮟ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮘᮙᮗᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮤᮑᮢ ᮢᮑᮞᮛ ᮓᮜᮙᮝᮒᮕᮔᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮒᮕ ᮕᮞᮟᮥᮗᮘᮼ

ᮃᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮕᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮥᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮧᮢᮑᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮥᮠᮺ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮈᮙᮑᮟ ᯕᮕᮼ

᮰ᯝᮘᮺ ᯑᮑᮠᮤᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ’ᮣ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮜᮑᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ’ᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮑᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮜᮟᮞᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮓᮕᮼ

᮰ᯐᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ ᮇᮕ’ᮜᮜ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮕᮢ ᮒᮥᮢᮙᮑᮜᮼ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮑᮓᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮢᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮧᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮢᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮀᮥᮒᮜᮙᮓ ᮃᮑᮖᮕᮤᮩ ᯐᮥᮢᮕᮑᮥ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮔᮟᮜᮕᮞᮓᮕᮣᮼ᮰

᮰ᮅᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔᮼ᮰

ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ’ᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮤᮧᮙᮞᮗᮕᮔᮼ

ᮀᮑᮢᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮒᮑᮞᮔᮟᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑ ᮘᮟᮣᮠᮙᮤᮑᮜ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᮜᮩ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮑᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮞᮕᮧᮣᮼ

᮰ᯏᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮣᮤᮑᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮟᮣᮠᮙᮤᮑᮜ ᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮢᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮠᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮔᮙᮓᮑᮜ ᮒᮙᮜᮜᮣᮼ᮰

ᯚᮕᮞᮗ ᮈᮙᮑᮟ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧ ᮙᮞ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ’ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮟᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮒᮢᮙᮕᮖ ᮢᮕᮝᮑᮢᮛᮺ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮢᮕᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮤᮕᮔ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮞᮗᮜᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮼ

ᯛᮑᮩᮒᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮟᮧᮞ ᮣᮤᮟᮢᮩᮼ

ᯝᮢ ᮠᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮙᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮣᮠᮟᮞᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔᯍ

᮰ᯒᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮒᮕᮑᮢ ᮞᮟ ᮒᮜᮑᮝᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼ ᯒᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣ’ ᮣᮙᮞᮣ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮒᮥᮢᮔᮕᮞᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ’ᮜᮜ ᮕᮞᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤᮕᮢ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮣᮙᮝᮙᮜᮑᮢ ᮓᮑᮣᮕᮣ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕ—ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮩ ᮤᮢᮥᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮩᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖᮼ᮰

ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ’ᮣ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮣᮘᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮞᮟᮔᮔᮕᮔᮼ

ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮖᮜᮙᮓᮛ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮞᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮝᮝᮟᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ’ᮣ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮠᮢᮕᮠᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮢᮙᮦᮕ ᮘᮟᮝᮕᮼ

ᮄᮢᮥᮤᮘᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮜᮙᮓᮤᮕᮔᮼ

ᯗᮖ ᮑ ᯒᮙᮦᮙᮞᮕᮻᮜᮕᮦᮕᮜ ᮕᮞᮕᮝᮩ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮟᮝᮕ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮙᮞᮦᮙᮤᮕ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮑᮤ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮼ

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮕᮙᮗᮘᮤᮕᮕᮞ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮟᮢᮔᮙᮞᮑᮢᮩ—ᮧᮘᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮑᮞ ᯓᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᯖᮑᮞᮔᮜᮕᮢᮺ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮔᮢᮑᮧᮞ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮟᮥᮣ ᮑᮤᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞᯍ

ᯏ ᯒᮙᮦᮙᮞᮕᮻᮜᮕᮦᮕᮜ ᮖᮟᮕᮺ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮕᮣᮣᮼ

ᮇᮙᮤᮘ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑᮞ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮧᮘᮕᮜᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮗᮑᮠ ᮙᮞ ᮠᮟᮧᮕᮢᮺ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮙᮢᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩᯍ

ᯏ ᮣᮧᮙᮖᮤ ᮣᮤᮢᮙᮛᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮚᮟᮥᮢᮞᮕᮩ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮑᮗᮟᮺ ᮣᮠᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤ ᮥᮞᮕᮑᮣᮕᮼ

᮰ᯖᮕᮑᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮖᮥᮜ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮑᮔᮼ᮰

ᮈᮙᮑᮟ ᯕᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮘᮟᮧ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮙᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮘᮟᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞᮣ ᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮕᮼ

ᯏ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮥᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮤᮟᮜᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔᮼ ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮗᮜᮑᮞᮓᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮈᮙᮑᮟ ᯕᮕᮺ ᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮗᮑᮦᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮣᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮛᮩ ᮔᮑᮢᮛᮕᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮢᮕᮕ᮪ᮕ ᮓᮟᮟᮜᮼ

ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮔᮢᮟᮦᮕ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮢ ᮙᮞᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔᮼ

ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮣᮑᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮕᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮣᮕᮑᮤᮺ ᮜᮕᮑᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮺ ᮜᮟᮣᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮼ

᮰ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑᮺ ᮙᮖ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮔᮑᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮗᮟᮞᮕ—᮰

᮰ᯜᮟᮼ ᯗ ᮧᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮜᮕᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮝᮟᮢᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ’ᮣ ᮞᮕᮑᮢᮻᮣᮥᮙᮓᮙᮔᮕ ᮖᮜᮑᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮧᮙᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮺ ᮖᮕᮑᮢ ᮣᮥᮢᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜᮜᮑᮒᮜᮩᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮣᮧᮕᮢ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮙᮢᮝᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ’ᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮑᮤᮙᮣᮖᮑᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤᮼᮼᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮥᮞᮠᮢᮕᮔᮙᮓᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮼ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮖᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮑᮦᮕᮼ

ᯗᮖ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮙᮔᮕᮑᮜ—ᮒᮥᮤ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮢᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮢᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ ᮜᮙᮦᮕ ᮟᮞ ᮠᮕᮑᮓᮕᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩᮼ

ᮃᮥ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑ’ᮣ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮑᮜᮧᮑᮩᮣ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ’ᮣ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮼ

ᯔᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮙᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮢᮟᮝᮙᮣᮕᮼ

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮖᮑᮞᮤᮑᮣᮩᮼ

ᮃᮟᮺ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮜᮟᮟᮣᮕᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮗᮢᮙᮠᮼ

ᮂᮕᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮑᮞᮑᮢᮩ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮢᮕᮕᮔᮟᮝ—ᮒᮥᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮗᮙᮜᮔᮕᮔ ᮓᮑᮗᮕᮼ

᮰ᯏᮜᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮙᮤ’ᮣ ᮔᮕᮓᮙᮔᮕᮔᮯ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮩᮑᮺ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮑᮠᮙᮣᮤᮯ᮰

᮰ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮑᮠᮙᮣᮤᯍ᮰

᮰ᮉᮕᮠᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮠᮢᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮟᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜ—ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮔᮟᮼ᮰

᮰ᮄᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮓᮑᮢᮕᮺ ᯒᮢᮼ ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞᮼ᮰

ᮈᮥ ᯜᮙᮑᮞ ᮓᮘᮥᮓᮛᮜᮕᮔ ᮣᮟᮖᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮢᮕᮖᮜᮕᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮕᮤᮜᮑᮝᮠᮣᮺ ᮣᮧᮙᮢᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮥᮞᮢᮕᮑᮔᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮕᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮼ

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Starting with a Breakup, How Can the True Heiress Be My Yandere Ex-Girlfriend?

Fake heiresses are destined to meet their defeat at the hands of the true heiress. This is the inevitable fate of all imposters—and Xu Nian is no exception. But why does Xu Nian’s downfall feel so… different? In any other “true vs. fake heiress” scenario, the protagonist would steer clear of the real deal at all costs. Except in this world, the true heiress is Xu Nian’s ex-girlfriend! And she’s dead set on locking up the fake heiress—her “ex-boyfriend”—in the basement, dismantling her limbs, turning her into a doll, and binding them together forever. Solution? Strike first. Before the yandere true heiress can act, Xu Nian disguises herself as a yandere lolita, overwhelms her with obsessive love, and ensures the real heiress is too consumed by twisted affection to turn monstrous. That’s Xu Nian’s escape route. Except… The true heiress was faking it! She was never cured—still the same deranged yandere! Xu Nian barely stages her own death to investigate the truth behind her fake parents’ murder before the true heiress drags her back home and locks her in the basement. Bizarre props? Check. Overwhelming possessiveness? The fake heiress is now a caged canary. “No! Qingya, let’s go back to how we were before! We used to love each other so much!” “Are you joking right now? Until you’re thoroughly carrying our love’s ‘proof,’ you’re not going anywhere. I’ll tie you to my side—forever.” No way! Xu Nian refuses to become a demure housewife! …Eh? Another daughter was just born. …She’s so pretty though.

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