Lin Daiyu's Rebirth

"Miss, Aunt Lan is in trouble. She lost her baby." Xiaoling hurried in to report.

At this time, Daiyu was sitting quietly on the bed resting. Since she returned to the palace just now, Aunt Lan fell down inexplicably, and she felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart.

"Alas, the women in this mansion are just trying to win a little favor from the prince." Daiyu sighed softly.

Then he asked softly, "Where is the prince now? Is he still staying with Aunt Lan, or has he gone somewhere else?"

Xiaoling leaned close to Daiyu's ear and whispered, "Miss, the prince has been called into the room by the eldest wife."

"Well, Xiaoling, you go down first." Daiyu waved her hand, motioning Xiaoling to go out.

She stayed here just for an identity. From concubine to princess, and then to concubine, these identities were just a kind of bondage and restriction to her.

She had lost her memory before, but even during that time, she was still able to hold on.

However, now that she had thought of everything, she found that she did not love the prince as deeply as she had imagined. It was more of a dependence, a habit.

Fighting for favor seemed to be becoming increasingly boring to her. She was no longer willing to strive for favor for someone she didn't really like.

"It's really not worth it to compete for favor for someone you don't like that much." Daiyu thought to herself.

Zijuan, Xueyan, how are you? When I was terminally ill, you were always by my side, but now there is no news from you. I really want to find you.

Daiyu thought about it and took out Xiangyun's handkerchief, stroking it again and again, tears streaming down her face.

"Lan'er, please say something. Give me some face and eat a little." The prince stroked Aunt Lan's hair with heartache, thinking: Ruxue was so pitiful back then.

Aunt Lan lay in bed in a daze, not responding to anyone's calls. She hugged a pillow, tears in her eyes, and murmured, "Child, mother is here, mother is watching you, be good, mother will feed you..."

No matter who fed her medicine or food, the prince, the maid, or the old woman, she refused to eat or drink, and lay in bed, hiding in her own world.

Daiyu walked in quietly. When the prince saw her coming, he stood up from the bed.

Daiyu looked at her pale face and dull expression, and she couldn't help but feel distressed. She walked to her bedside and said softly: "Madam Lan, you are feeling better now. Eat well and take care of yourself. You will have children in the future."

Daiyu turned around and told Xiaoya: "Xiaoya, here are some high-quality bird's nests and donkey-hide gelatin paste. Please put them away for your mistress and cook them for her."

The prince looked at Daiyu with gratitude, but Daiyu ignored him indifferently.

"Go away, it's all your fault. If it weren't for you, my child wouldn't be gone. You just became the Jade Lady, and you killed my child..." When Aunt Lan saw Daiyu, she suddenly stood up from the bed like crazy, pointing at Daiyu and cursing.

Daiyu stayed where she was, not saying a word.

"Lan'er, lie down quickly and take good care of yourself. Concubine Yu came to see you out of kindness." The prince and Xiaoya quickly helped Concubine Lan lie down on the bed.

"My child, my poor child, has already grown up. How can I not be sad..." Aunt Lan cried loudly and was about to collapse.

Daiyu had no choice but to leave. As soon as she took Xiaoling out, the prince chased out from behind.

The prince grabbed Daiyu's arm and said with a smile: "Yu'er, she just lost her child and is in a bad mood. Don't take it to heart."

"Your Highness, I'm fine. You should stay with her." Daiyu said and turned away.

Daiyu thought: People used to say that some men forget about their younger sisters after they have an older sister. I didn’t believe it, but now I do.

The prince stood there in a daze, watching Daiyu's back getting farther and farther away. He himself felt that there was something wrong with his relationship with Daiyu, and now the two of them had nothing in common to talk about.

Yu'er, I love you, but why are our hearts getting further and further apart? The prince thought and returned to Aunt Lan's room.

The sky gradually grew darker, as if a huge grey curtain was slowly falling, and the courtyard in the distance was gradually shrouded in fog, becoming blurry.

Xiaoling looked up at the sky and said worriedly, "It's raining, girl, let's go quickly." As she said that, she quickly opened an oil-paper umbrella and protected Daiyu under the umbrella. The two of them hurriedly walked towards Cuizhu Garden.

On the way, Daiyu walked silently, then suddenly stopped, turned to Xiaoling and said, "You go back first. I want to be alone."

Xiaoling looked at her worriedly and wanted to say something, but seeing that Daiyu had turned and left, she had no choice but to catch up with Daiyu and put an umbrella in her hand.

Daiyu walked alone in the rain, her thoughts were like the drizzle, fluttering and falling into the memories of the past.

"Girl, it's time to take your medicine."

"Girl, the weather is getting cold. Sister Zijuan asked me to bring you a hand warmer."

"Girl, you can't cry every day. What if you get hurt?"

"Girl, girl..." Zijuan and the others' voices lingered in his ears...

She thought of the time she had spent with them, and the sweet yet painful memories came flooding back to her, bringing tears to her eyes.

At this time, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops as big as beans hit the ground, splashing water droplets.

Daiyu walked to a pavilion and sat down, looking at the rain outside, and said softly: "Joy and sorrow, separation and reunion are always merciless. Let the raindrops fall on the steps until dawn!"

"Who is this? Reciting poetry here in the rain, Mrs. Yu, why are you here?" Daiyu turned around and saw a beautiful and somewhat delicate face under an oil-paper umbrella.

"Sister, it's raining heavily, why did you come out?" Daiyu quickly led Jiaorou into the pavilion and asked with a smile, "What if you get sick after getting caught in the rain?"

"You are not afraid of getting sick, so why should I be afraid? Why are you here alone, Yu'er?" The concubine said as she sat down next to Daiyu.

"Sister, I just want to be alone and quiet, so I came here." Daiyu sighed softly.

"Sister, you have just been named Concubine Yu. Why are you unhappy?" The concubine looked at Daiyu gently, her eyes full of light.

Daiyu didn't say anything, and the two of them sat quietly in the pavilion listening to the rain.

"Sister, why did you come out?" Daiyu asked.

"The heavy rain also damaged the paulownia flowers, which were completely scattered by the water.

I thought about covering the flowers with something, so I decided to go out and see what was going on.

"Who would have thought it would rain so hard it was practically impossible to open my eyes!" Jiao Rou said as she pulled out a trumpet-shaped Paulownia flower from her sleeve.