After being reborn with my scumbag ex-husband, I became his sister-in-law.

He Yunze's loss of composure surprised everyone present.

Song Ruoan trembled and tried to step forward to explain, but before she could speak, He Yunze pushed her away.

His lips were bluish-purple as he stared at her, his hands and feet trembling and icy cold, his whole body on guard as if trying to protect himself: "Ruo'an, tell me, is this true?"

"Ruo'an, is this true?"

Song Xizhi looked at his reaction with a cold expression, but he had actually expected it.

Only she understood why He Yunce had such a strong reaction.

Only she knew what He Yunze truly meant by saying "a lifetime".

Song Xizhi lowered his gaze, then spoke: "You said you used the incense made by Song Ruoan your whole life. But did you really watch her make it and then use it immediately?"

"Before you brought up the matter of incense, did she research incense at the mansion, or were there any tools for making incense in her dowry?"

"Would someone who loves incense making and has been making incense since childhood have a variety of fragrance scents on their body?"

Song Xizhi's words made He Yunze pause for a moment, and he began to recall everything about Song Ruoan from his past and present lives.

Her gentle smile was still vivid in his mind's eye, but He Yunze searched through all his memories and could not find any evidence that Song Ruoan had been researching incense since childhood.

Incense appeared in his life one day and suddenly came into his life.

At first, Song Ruoan only said that she had some calming incense, but later she said that she made the incense herself.

When they first secretly met in his brother's courtyard, he did not smell the strong fragrance of incense, nor did he see any incense-making materials in Ruo'an's dowry.

When they returned to the Song residence, there seemed to be no trace of incense in Song Ruoan's former bedroom.

It is unclear when exactly Ruo'an began to acquire more tools for making incense. If he encountered good spices in official circles, he would buy them for Ruo'an to appreciate.

Incense permeated their entire lives, giving the illusion that Ruo'an had been researching incense since childhood.

As He Yunze thought about it, his hands and feet gradually grew cold, his expression became dazed, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared all over his body. His eyes lost all their luster.

It seems that medicine is the same thing.

In this life... when he barged into his brother's courtyard, he would occasionally find Song Xizhi giving his brother acupuncture.

But in her previous life, Ruo'an had never treated her brother...

But one day, Ruo'an suddenly smiled and told him that she had used her medical skills to treat a lady, which would help his official career.

On the contrary, during his honeymoon, Song Xizhi frequently sent him herbal tonics, which never stopped.

As He Yunze pondered this, he took deep breaths. He felt a chilling coldness rising from the soles of his feet, causing his blood to freeze instantly.

The warm midday sun slanted into the Fragrant Pavilion, shining on He Yunze, but He Yunze felt as if he were in an ice cellar.

He struggled to lift his head, gazing sadly in Song Ruoan's direction. His vision gradually blurred, and the person in front of him seemed utterly unfamiliar, his face contorting in an instant.

He could hear Song Ruoan's helpless cries, but He Yunze could no longer hear anything at that moment.

His mind went blank, his ears were ringing, but for some reason, he suddenly turned his head and looked very slowly in Song Xizhi's direction.

Today, Song Xizhi is wearing a water-red brocade dress with silver threads and embroidered flowers. The skirt is layered and elaborate.

Her cloud-like black hair was neatly tied up, and the sunlight shone on half of her delicate face, making her radiant, beautiful, and radiant with unparalleled glory.

She was staring at her intently, her face expressionless, but her eyes were shimmering with tears.

He Yunze inexplicably recalled the night of his wedding in his previous life, when Song Xizhi was also wearing a similar red wedding dress, sitting quietly on the edge of the bed.

He carefully lifted the red veil and smelled a faint fragrance.

The warm yellow candlelight flickered, illuminating her burning eyes.

She was so beautiful, it was like a goddess or a siren transforming into one.

He didn't know why he suddenly thought of so many things, and he didn't know why he suddenly remembered Song Xizhi from his past life.

But he felt a wet liquid slowly rolling down his cheeks.

He Yunze closed his eyes tightly and then looked away.

Just then, a deep voice interrupted He Yunce's chaotic thoughts.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! I am late and have kept you waiting!"

He Yunze opened his eyes and saw Lord Ji, the Prefect of the Capital, hurriedly getting out of his sedan chair and running into the crowd.

It was clearly winter, but he was sweating profusely, wiping his brow with a handkerchief, and wearing a fawning smile.

The chubby, fair-skinned magistrate of the capital had a fawning smile on his face that made his cheeks bulge out, adding to his comical appearance.

The atmosphere instantly lightened.

Prince Ning nodded expressionlessly to the Prefect of the Capital: "Since you are here, handle this matter impartially for me. I want a reasonable result."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Prefect of the Capital still looked somewhat bewildered. So, a guard from Prince Ning's side stepped forward and explained the whole story clearly.

The Prefect of the Capital bowed and scraped: "Very well, so that's what it is. I will certainly give you a satisfactory answer."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Song Ruoan, who was lying on the ground, and then waved his hand: "Someone, please ask Madam He to go to the Jingzhao Prefecture to find out what happened."

Upon hearing this, Song Ruoan's eyes widened instantly, and tears streamed down her face.

Prince Ning is His Majesty's most beloved younger brother, the uncle of all the princes, and he said so! If she goes to the Capital Prefecture, how will the Prefect of the Capital rule the case?

I'm afraid she'll be convicted outright, and there'll be no turning back.

She will also become the only person in the capital to pass through the Jingzhao Prefecture and end up with a lawsuit.

Does she still have any reputation left?

Thinking of this, Song Ruoan felt a sense of suffocation, as if she were about to die. She trembled and grabbed He Yunce's sleeve, shaking her head and crying with tears streaming down her face.

She was truly scared. She only wanted to make money and never imagined it would escalate to the point of involving the Jingzhao Prefecture!

How can she save face?

"Husband! Husband, save me! Talk to the Prefect of the Capital and save me! I don't want to go to jail!"

"I don't want to go to jail!"

Song Ruoan cried so hard she could barely breathe, as if she had grasped at a lifeline.

But He Yunze just stared at her expressionlessly, his body stiff.

His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched into fists, then suddenly relaxed: "Ruo'an, the Prefect of the Capital will handle this matter impartially. If you are innocent, the Prefect of the Capital will definitely give you justice."

But... are you innocent?

Ruoan.

Everything from our past lives, our unbreakable love, all our sweet memories.

Is it real, or just a fantasy you've created?

He Yunce watched as Song Ruoan was forcibly grabbed by two constables. She struggled desperately, looking ugly, like a wild beast about to devour people.

The incense was fake, the medical skills were fake, but was her love for him real?

She is kind, innocent, and gentle. Are the sweet words she utters in both her past and present lives true?

He Yunze swayed, realizing he couldn't see anything clearly anymore.