Lin Daiyu's Rebirth

Late in the night of early autumn, a breeze blows, bringing a hint of coolness.

The moonlight poured down like water, covering the whole world with a layer of silver gauze.

In this quiet Lin family cemetery, ancient trees are towering and tombs stand quietly.

There were two people standing in front of the grave, their figures elongated by the moonlight, looking a little lonely.

Daiyu's face was covered with tears, and she hugged the prince tightly. Her tears soaked the prince's clothes.

Daiyu prayed silently in her heart: Dad, Mom, Yu'er missed you so much, please forgive me for coming to see you only now, I will come often in the future...

I can’t forget the thoughts and shed tears, but no one in the world can protect me from the wind and frost!

The prince let Daiyu's tears wet his shoulders, and he just patted her back gently, giving her warm comfort.

Daiyu slowly raised her head and her eyes fell on a tombstone.

She saw a few words engraved on it: "The Tomb of Daiyu, the daughter of my late father Ru Hai."

For a moment, she was stunned and tears welled up in her eyes again.

Yes, my identity is already dead. So many years have passed, and I have lived for so many days. God has been very kind to me!

She slowly broke free from the prince's arms and staggered towards the mausoleum.

Upon seeing this, the prince hurried forward, fearing that she would be sad.

Daiyu walked to the side of the tomb, reached out and touched the cold tombstone, feeling the despair at that time.

Her eyes were filled with pain and despair, as if she saw what she used to look like.

The prince felt pity when he saw Daiyu so sad.

He said softly, "Yu'er, have you forgotten? It was Second Brother Lian who brought you back here, and later it was your Lin clan leader who led people to build your tomb."

He tried to comfort Daiyu gently and told her not to be too sad.

After hearing this, Daiyu nodded slightly to show that she understood.

But her eyes were still fixed on the tombstone, unable to be extricated.

Looking back, she pretended to be dead and was brought here.

According to the original plan, Zijuan and Xueyan would feed themselves medicine at the agreed time.

However, when she woke up, she found herself in the prince's hotel.

From then on, I lost contact with Zijuan and the others.

Now, having come to this mausoleum, Daiyu was filled with doubts.

Daiyu was eager to know the situation of Zijuan and Xueyan. She suddenly thought that she could find some clues in the coffin to find Zijuan and Xueyan.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she asked the prince, "Your Majesty, Yu'er really wants to see what's in this tomb. Is that okay? I don't mind these things!"

The prince lowered his head and thought about it. It was he who rescued Daiyu from the coffin after she took the drug that made her appear dead. Later, when he saw Daiyu, he fell hopelessly in love with her.

But he never thought about Zijuan and Xueyan's despair when they opened the coffin and couldn't see Daiyu.

Now that Daiyu wants to open the coffin, the prince has no choice but to agree. Besides, it is late at night and no one will come here.

The prince had no choice but to call over a few servants who were traveling with him, and they used shovels to dig up the soil in the grave and gently pried open the lid of the coffin.

After opening the coffin, the prince dismissed the servants and left only himself and Daiyu.

Daiyu held her breath, took a deep breath, and walked gently to the coffin.

She felt extremely nervous. She was not afraid of ghosts, but digging a grave in the middle of the night was her first experience.

But when she carefully came to the side of the coffin, she stretched her neck to look inside, and there was nothing scary.

It was just the banknotes and house deeds left by her father, some hairpins, rings and clothes that Grandmother Jia had given her as a reward, and some antique calligraphy and paintings that she liked.

There were also a few pieces of beautiful cloth, which were still in their original state and had not been made into clothes. Daiyu picked them up, looked at them, and put them down again.

There was no trace of Zijuan and Xueyan left. Daiyu suddenly remembered that these deeds and banknotes were originally kept by Zijuan.

It can be seen that when they opened the coffin, they didn't find themselves, and they put these things in the coffin because they were afraid that it would be unsafe to carry them with them.

But where did Zijuan and Xueyan go?

How disappointed and helpless they must be if they don’t see me!

After reading these things, Daiyu looked back at the prince and said helplessly: "Prince, let's bury the grave. The Daiyu in the past is dead, and I want to live well!"

The prince ordered his servants to nail the coffin together with the original body and pile up the earth to form a grave mound.

He was afraid that it would be unlucky, so he wanted to knock down Daiyu's tombstone. After all, Daiyu was still alive.

Daiyu waved her hand and told him that everything should remain the same.

Daiyu thought to herself, the old me is dead, but now I have to live well for my parents.

I also have to find Zijuan and Xueyan. This tomb buries Lin Daiyu, but it cannot bury my stubborn soul.

"Who is here? What's your purpose in coming to someone's ancestral grave so late at night?" Suddenly, an old man's scolding voice came from the front.

Everyone used kerosene lamps to light the road ahead, and when they looked, they saw that the person coming was an octogenarian.

At this time, the servants had just piled up the grave mound and were about to go out with shovels and other tools. When they heard the old man's scolding, they couldn't help but go up and argue with him.

The prince waved his hand, signaling them to go down first and he would handle the matter himself.

The old man walked tremblingly in the passage in the middle of the tomb, his silver hair telling of the hardships he had experienced. His appearance could not be seen clearly in the night, but he was obviously angry.

"Where are you from and why are you coming to my Lin family's cemetery?" the old man roared loudly.

The prince had no choice but to step forward and said sincerely, "Old man, please don't overthink it. We were friends of Uncle Lin when he was alive. We wanted to come and pay our respects!"

Daiyu calmed herself down and looked at the old man carefully. It turned out to be the old man she met at the ancestral home during the day.

This old man is over 60 years old and can hardly walk steadily, but he still insists on guarding his ancestral home. Who is he?

Daiyu's mind was racing, and at this moment she no longer cared about her sadness.

Could this old man be the Master Liao Fan that my father had mentioned? But that Master was a monk, so it was obvious that he was not.

At this moment, the old man suddenly discovered that the soil on Daiyu's tomb had been recently turned. He flew into a rage and said, "You look so righteous, but you are actually gravediggers. Come on, follow me to see the official!"

As the old man spoke, he took the prince's hand and walked out, completely unlike his slow walk just now.

"Old man, we are really not gravediggers. Please believe us. We just passed by here and were inspired to do so!" Daiyu walked up to the old man and looked at him sincerely.

"The evidence is irrefutable, and you still want to deny it, you, you..." The old man got so excited that he fainted before he could finish his words.

Daiyu and the prince were panicked. They quickly called the servants in, and they all carried the old man onto the carriage and sent someone to find a doctor.