Lin Daiyu's Rebirth

"I won't go with you. Auntie loves us more than you do!"

Hongxuan also skipped to Daiyu's side and sat down happily.

Yanzhi looked at their intimacy and jealousy surged in her heart:

"Eating from the inside out!

Do you really think she is your biological mother? She is just using tricks to coax your father! "

The shrill voice startled the parrots in the corridor, which fluttered around.

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud "bang" that shocked everyone.

Yanzhi staggered back half a step, her cheek burning with pain, and the handkerchief embroidered with lotus flowers slipped from her fingers.

She looked at the sullen-faced prince in front of her in disbelief, tears instantly filling her eyes:

"Your Majesty...how could you bear to hit me?"

Daiyu held Hongrui in one hand and Jin'er in the other, her cold voice carrying unquestionable authority:

"I'm spanking you to teach you the rules—no one's allowed to mess around on such a joyous day!"

Yanzhi wanted to argue, but was frightened by Daiyu's words, which usually looked gentle but were now harsh and polite.

She hid aside angrily, feeling like an outsider!

The small path passed through the corridor, and the black cotton boots left messy footprints on the snow.

He leaned against the vermilion lacquer column, panting heavily, his red, cold face filled with panic.

"Your Highness! Xiao Quanzi... Xiao Quanzi requests an audience!"

The prince tapped the armrest with his fingertips, and a corner of his dusty memory suddenly appeared. He squinted his eyes and looked at the breathless Xiao Luzi:

"Which little Quanzi? What did he say?"

"Your Highness, I only said that I had something very important to report, and I didn't dare to ask any more questions..."

Xiao Luzi wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the snow mixed with heat slid down his neck into his collar.

The prince pondered for a moment, then waved his sleeves, embroidered with python patterns: "Bring him in. Today is the Spring Festival, let him share in the joy."

About a cup of tea later, Xiao Quanzi was finally brought in.

His grey cotton robe was stained with snow, and he knelt on the blue brick floor, making a dull sound. “Greetings to the prince! What happened before was all my fault!”

When I raised my head, there was still icy ice at the corners of my eyes.

His eyes were sunken, as if he hadn't slept well for a long time.

The prince placed the teacup heavily on the table and said coldly:

“Just say what you mean.”

Xiao Quanzi suddenly took two steps forward, grabbed the prince's clothes and sobbed:

"Please save the eldest lady!

In this icy and snowy New Year, she still doesn’t know if she has enough food and warm clothes... I’m afraid..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly froze in place—the eldest wife!

Yanzhi was leaning against the table, her goose yellow cloak making her skin look whiter than snow.

Xiao Quanzi's pupils suddenly contracted, and a surprised whimper came from his throat:

"Master... Master? You are back!"

These words startled the crows in the tree and everyone's eyes turned to look over.

Yanzhi tilted her head to look at the vulgar man, the pearls on her earrings swaying slightly with her movements, but she could not remember where she had seen this face before.

It started snowing again.

The wind blew the fine snow into Yinghui Hall. In the breathless silence of everyone, only Rouge's jade hairpin trembled gently in the cold wind.

Rouge's fingertips trembled as she pressed against her temples, her onion-like nails digging into her palms.

"Ouch... my head hurts so badly again..."

Fake tears shone on her eyelashes, and her voice trembled: "During the time I was away from home, I caught a cold and hurt my brain, and I forgot a lot of things...

If it weren't for the nun in the temple, I'm afraid I would be..."

The last word dissipated in her throat, and she hurriedly said goodbye to the prince and returned to her room. The hem of her goose yellow skirt swept across the broken snow on the ground, and she left here like a frightened bird.

Xiao Quanzi sat slumped in the snow, clutching the faded corners of his clothes tightly with both hands.

A suppressed sob escaped from his throat:

"Master...how could you forget about me..."

Daiyu handed the hand warmer to Zijuan, and the silver lines on the goose feather hand warmer were shining with a cold light.

She lowered her eyes to look at the messy footprints on the ground, and suddenly spoke:

"Cai Lian, take Hong Xuan and the others back to their room for some snacks."

She turned to Xiao Quanzi, who was still kneeling there, and said coldly:

"From tomorrow on, you will be working in my room."

The prince wanted to persuade her, but Daiyu waved her hand and smiled as she watched Xiao Quanzi walk away, "Prince, I have my reasons!"

The Spring Festival passed just like that.

As night falls, beautiful lanterns are hung everywhere in the palace.

The lanterns were in the corners, emitting soft light that illuminated every corner of the palace.

The prince naturally stayed in Daiyu's room to spend the holiday with her.

The night is as dark as ink, and the stars are scattered on the white snow on the ground, as if covering this white world with a layer of silver gauze.

Daiyu sighed softly, breaking the silence in the room:

"Your Highness, do you feel that something is wrong with the First Lady? She doesn't seem to be doting on the children as much as before."

The prince frowned slightly when he heard this, and looked at Daiyu thoughtfully: "Yes, I noticed that too.

She is indeed a little eccentric and confusing.”

Daiyu continued:

"It makes sense that she has forgotten the past.

But she remembers Jiaorou and my concubine, but not Xiao Quanzi?

This is really puzzling.”

After saying that, Daiyu got up and brewed a pot of Biluochun tea, then placed it on the table.

She reached out and took the prince's ermine ring and hung it carefully on the shelf.

The prince looked at Daiyu's actions and felt a warm feeling in his heart.

If you want to marry a wife, you should marry Lin Daiyu!

He sighed slightly:

"Yes, Bijun is completely different from before! Moreover, her figure is so lithe, she doesn't look like a woman who has given birth to two children at all."

Daiyu was silent for a long time, staring at the tea in the bowl thoughtfully, thinking to herself:

If she wasn't the eldest wife, then why did she come to the palace? The key point is that the Tong Mansion also accepted her!

The prince was also confused!

He frowned and thought hard but could not find a reasonable explanation.

She had said that she had cultivated her virginity, and when the tiny specks of blood blossomed like flowers on the white mat, it only made him more suspicious.

"That's all,"

The prince sighed helplessly and said, "For now, let's send someone to secretly monitor her every move! She actually dared to vent her anger on Xuan'er and Jin'er."

After hearing this, Daiyu nodded gently. This was the only thing she could do now!

Then she yawned loudly. These days, she had to take care of everything in the mansion. She was so tired!

Upon seeing this, the prince gently tucked the quilt in for her, and they both fell asleep without knowing when!

"Humph! I just don't believe it. I can't compare to that Lin Daiyu!"

Yanzhi's face was full of anger, and she tightly grasped the silk handkerchief in her hands. She tore it apart fiercely and kept muttering, as if she wanted to vent all her resentment.

Just like that, the exquisite Suzhou embroidered silk handkerchief became wrinkled and unrecognizable in her hands.

Yanzhi locked herself in the room for the entire afternoon, like a resentful woman in the boudoir, not going out of the front door or the back door.

Not only that, she also specifically instructed the maids around her not to open the door no matter who knocked.

However, just as she was immersed in her own thoughts, suddenly, a figure flashed before her eyes - the vulgar servant.

Yanzhi's eyes suddenly lit up, but soon, the light dimmed in an instant like a candle being blown out.

She couldn't help but start to speculate secretly:

"Who is this person? Why didn't Butler Tong mention it to me?

I said I was crazy, but the prince didn't seem to believe me! Could it be that he is Miss Tong's personal servant?

Thinking of this, Yanzhi frowned and the doubts in her heart grew deeper.

"No, I must find out his background!"

She suddenly made up her mind and said it through gritted teeth.

She seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly picked up the scissors on the table and cut the already tattered handkerchief in her hand into pieces without hesitation.

"Humph, this guy, if he isn't a kind person, then I absolutely cannot let him live!"

Yanzhi muttered to herself angrily.