Re-embroidering life

Shui Qinghua had a very long dream.

She returned to her previous life, terminally ill, skinny, and every breath required all her strength. She knew she was dying, but she refused to die, as if she was waiting for something. I heard crying in my ears, was it Fei'er and the others?

What is she waiting for? Who is she waiting for? She is so tired, so tired, so painful, she can't hold on any longer, should she leave? Then let's go.

"Qinghua, wake up! Qinghua, open your eyes, look at me, look at me!" a man shouted miserably.

"Mother, please don't abandon us, wake up, mother!" A little girl was crying bitterly.

"Qinghua, don't scare me. I can't live without any of you."

"Second sister, wuwu, second sister, please wake up, second sister!"

It’s so noisy, so noisy, why can’t you let me go in peace?

Feeling upset, she opened her eyes suddenly and closed them again.

The sky was bright, and it hurt her eyes. She closed her eyes for a while to adjust, then slowly opened them again.

Something on the bedside table caught her eye, and it made her feel cold all over and her blood froze instantly!

She could recognize the object even if it turned into ashes. It was the embroidered screen of Galloping Horses that she had made herself. She was reborn again!

She couldn't help but curse the fickle fate in her heart. She had worked so hard to open the Water Embroidery Workshop and Hibiscus Garden, she had invented the natural embroidery, random stitch embroidery, and double-sided three-different embroidery, and she had received so many awards from the court. Now, was it going to start all over again from scratch?

It would be better to just die.

In the chaos, a big, broad hand tightly grasped her hand, and a familiar voice trembled and choked, saying in her ear: "Qinghua, you're awake, that's great!"

She slowly turned her head and saw Ji Zimo's face, which seemed to be ten years older than the last time she saw him, and there was even a hint of frost on his temples. The wrinkles between his eyebrows were deeper, and his eyes were red and swollen, with tear marks on them.

"I was reborn ten years later?" Shui Qinghua murmured to himself.

"Mom!" The two little girls threw themselves on her, crying and laughing.

No, the child is still that age and has not grown up.

Shui Qinghua felt her mind was in a mess and she couldn't make sense of anything.

"Zimo, what year is it now? What year did I die?" Shui Qinghua asked in a low voice.

Ji Zimo smiled through his tears and stroked her face: "You are sick and confused. You are not dead, you have just been in a coma for five days and five nights."

Coma? Shui Qinghua pointed at the embroidered screen of Galloping Horses and could not utter a word.

Ji Zimo immediately understood what she meant and patiently explained, "When Huang Anmin fell from power, my eldest brother was responsible for confiscating his property. I specifically asked my eldest brother to bring back this embroidered screen of Galloping Horses. This is your birthday gift to me, how could I let it get lost? During the few days you were sick, I deliberately placed it by your bed so that you could see it as soon as you opened your eyes, as a surprise for you."

Shui Qinghua let out a long sigh and put his heart back into his chest. It was such a big "surprise".

Looking at Ji Zimo's old face, Shui Qinghua knew that he must have had a difficult time during these five days.

Aunt Li and Shui Yuhua shed tears of relief when they saw Shui Qinghua wake up. They took Ji Rui and Ji Wei away and let her have a good rest.

After eating the porridge, he regained some strength. Shui Qinghua asked: "Zimo, what happened? Why are you so haggard?"

Ji Zimo recounted his conversation with Tang Fu in detail. Shui Qinghua smiled bitterly and said, "I really guessed it. It seems that they forced you in this way in your previous life."

"It's different," Ji Zimo shook his head. "In my previous life, I was just a scholar hiding under the protection of my elder brother. I had no bargaining chips in my hands and could only be slaughtered. Now I am a third-rank official, so my words naturally carry different weight."

"Then what did you use to exchange the Snow Lotus Pill with the Tang family?"

"Money and power."

Shui Qinghua was surprised when he heard this. Ji Zimo added, "The most promising descendant of the Tang family is a fifth-rank official in the prefecture. He was accused of corruption and abuse of power. The Tang family is now begging for help to suppress the matter. I promise to use my connections in the capital to help them."

Shui Qinghua frowned. Ji Zimo was an upright person, and it was not like he would do such a thing. She felt uneasy that he had given up his principles because of her.

Ji Zimo saw what Shui Qinghua was thinking at a glance. He snorted coldly, "It's just a temporary solution. I won't really help. I won't feel guilty at all for lying to them."

What happened again?

Ji Zimo had an angry look on his face, and what he said next surprised Shui Qinghua.

After getting the Snow Lotus Pill from the Tang family, Doctor Cai was afraid of wasting the pill, so he returned to Chen's house to ask Old Lady Chen for advice on how to take it. Old Lady Chen heard that Shui Qinghua was in danger, and despite being bedridden, she insisted on coming to see her in person. As a last resort, she had to order the servants to carry the old lady to Ji's house in a soft bag.

Ji Zimo still remembered that the old lady was very weak. She came to the bedside and lovingly stroked Shui Qinghua's hand with her spotted and wrinkled hands, and took her pulse.

The old lady looked worried. "The relapse of her old illness is indeed related to her recent lack of maintenance, but the onset of this situation should not be so sudden. She suddenly fainted, there must be another cause."

Ji Zimo was shocked and begged the old lady to help investigate. The old lady searched Shui Qinghua's body, took out a delicate sachet from the pillow, put it to her nose and sniffed it, her face changed drastically: "This sachet contains white peony. White peony is a good medicine, it can nourish blood and restrain yin, and calm liver yang, but if the patient is already deficient in qi and blood, using this medicine will make the condition worse and cause dizziness."

Ji Zimo was furious and ordered the maid to find out the origin of the sachet. The search led to Yuhua.

Yuhua regretted and cried, saying that this sachet was given to her by Tang Fu when Tang Hao took her to meet his family. He gave her two at that time and told her that the extra one could be given to a sister or a friend. She saw that the sachet was exquisite and beautiful, and she happened to be going to Ji's house to attend the Dragon Boat Festival flower viewing banquet the next day, so she gave it to her second sister.

A delicate sachet filled with white peony, which is beneficial and non-toxic, was given by her younger sister, so it has nothing to do with Tang Fu, and it is completely washed away. This is a brilliant plan!

Ji Shui and his wife looked at each other, and they both thought of a question at the same time. In this life, Tang Fu was able to use the sachet to induce her old illness, so was her death in her previous life entirely due to illness? How did Tang Fu know that she was deficient in Qi and blood?

These things can no longer be verified, and there is no need to verify them. The Tang family will definitely pay the price for the hatred in both past and present lives.

"Mrs. Chen has been so kind to me that I don't know how to repay her," Shui Qinghua said.

Ji Zimo said, "You treat Jinlan with all your heart and soul, and that is the best reward."

Shui Qinghua nodded without saying anything, seeming to be lost in thought.

"Qinghua, what are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking that you should be the one to avenge the Tang family, and I should be the one to deal with the Ji family's evildoers."

Shui Qinghua's eyes were as sharp as a blade, and there seemed to be a fire burning in her heart. The debts owed by some people should be settled one by one.