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

Bronze was taken aback at first, but when he understood the meaning behind Song Xizhi's words, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Alright, I'll go to Guanyun Pavilion first and inform the Second Young Master."

Song Xizhi tilted his head and smiled at him.

After Qing Tong left, she personally reduced the amount of charcoal in the fire, then sat back down on the bed, helped him put on his nightgown, peeled a boiled egg, and gently massaged He Jingyan's forehead.

Neither of them spoke, but their eyes kept meeting unintentionally.

His gaze was captivating, like a dark sea reflecting the flickering candlelight; one could easily become completely immersed in it if not careful.

The bedroom was warm and cozy. The servants had all left, and it was completely quiet. Song Xizhi could almost hear his own heartbeat.

But the silence at this moment was different from usual. He Jingyan's awakening, his deep eyes, and his low, husky voice seemed to fill the entire bedroom.

"My husband, I am so glad, so glad that you have finally woken up."

Song Xizhi suddenly spoke out of the blue.

He Jingyan was slightly stunned at first, and then his large, uninjured hand suddenly grasped Song Xizhi's slender wrist.

His palms radiated intense heat, his fingertips were rough, and his deep, mellow voice rang out at that moment: "Thank you."

At that moment, a flurry of hurried footsteps echoed through the courtyard.

Supported by the hand of the nanny beside her, Old Madam He stumbled and ran into the courtyard. In all her decades of life, she had never been so distraught.

Sanqi followed beside her and hurriedly opened the door for her. She stared wide-eyed, anxious, flustered, and cautiously peering inside.

She was eager to verify the information, yet also terrified.

The screen in the bedroom had been destroyed by the thief, and looking into the room from the doorway, one could see the person on the bed.

After only one glance, Madam He clutched her chest tightly. She felt her legs go weak and she almost fell to the ground.

"The sky has eyes, the sky has eyes!"

Two streams of tears rolled down her cheeks. Old Madam He cried and laughed at the same time, "Jingyan, you've finally woken up, Jingyan..."

Hearing the commotion outside the courtyard and seeing the old lady of the house with tears streaming down her face, He Jingyan, who was on the bed, tried to get out of bed with one hand supporting himself on the edge of the bed.

Seeing this, and noticing his strained appearance, Song Xizhi didn't stop him and silently extended his hand to him.

He Jingyan looked up at her and then grasped the slender hand in front of him.

Their hands were clasped tightly together, and one could clearly feel the softness and warmth of the woman's slender hands.

He stood up from the soft couch and walked towards Madam He: "Grandmother."

When Madam He saw He Jingyan's sudden action, she was so frightened that her eyes widened. This time, she acted quickly and ran to He Jingyan's side, helping him back to the bed.

"Why did you get up for no reason!"

Her gaze was fixed on He Jingyan's face, then she turned to look at Song Xizhi: "Seeing that you are really awake, Grandmother is completely relieved."

"Are you feeling unwell? Why did your forehead suddenly turn blue?"

Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi pursed her lips shyly and quickly shook off He Jingyan's tightly clenched hand.

He Jingyan glanced at her silently, then reassured her, "Your legs were weak when you first got out of bed, and you accidentally bumped into something. It's nothing serious."

Only then did Madam He feel relieved: "You have no idea how much pain your grandmother has suffered during the days you were unconscious, or how much hardship Zhizhi has endured!"

As the two were talking, Marquis Anding and Lady Huang arrived in a hurry. Marquis Anding came in a very rushed manner, dressed in thin clothes, with only a cloak over his shoulders.

The moment he saw He Jingyan, he couldn't help but sob. This big, burly man, who had practiced martial arts since childhood, cried even more dramatically than Old Madam He.

"Jingyan, you're finally... awake! You're finally awake! Father can finally rest easy!"

Marquis An Ding rushed to the bedside in two quick steps and tightly grasped He Jingyan's hand.

"Without you, I've been in a daze lately, and I don't even know how I got through it..."

Feeling the rough yet warm hands of the Marquis of Anding, He Jingyan saw deep joy and... grievance in his eyes.

A warm feeling welled up in his heart, but he also frowned in confusion: "Father? Have you been wronged?"

Upon hearing this, the Marquis of Anding wept even more fiercely: "You actually saw through me! Your father is truly suffering unspeakably... suffering unspeakably..."

Huang, who was originally standing to the side, knew what Marquis Anding wanted to say when she saw this scene.

She forced a stiff smile, squeezed herself next to Marquis An Ding, and spoke gently to He Jingyan:

"Jingyan, it's so good that you're awake! Your mother has been praying to the gods and Buddhas every day, hoping that you would wake up."

"Now that your father is old and you are capable, the Marquis's mansion can finally rely on you. Yun Ce has never been as capable as you since he was a child. He was the one who held up the Marquis's mansion when you were in a coma. Now that you have your help, the Marquis's mansion will be better off..."

As she spoke, Huang coughed a few times and then wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

When He Yunce stepped across the threshold, he heard Huang Shi say these words.

Then came He Jingyan's steady voice, which calmed everyone present with just one sentence: "Mother, I will support the Marquis's Mansion."

His steps faltered slightly, and when he stood at the door and looked at He Jingyan's vibrant face, he felt as if he had been punched hard.

The Marquis's mansion was brightly lit tonight, and the fire that had just been extinguished in the courtyard still carried a hint of warmth in the air.

He Yunze felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body filled with a bone-chilling cold.

Two lifetimes have passed, which is far too long.

He had completely forgotten how weak and incompetent he appeared at the very beginning of his previous life, living under the shadow of his elder brother's glory.

Even if he used all his strength, he was no match for his shining brother; he only looked more pitiful and pathetic.

His father never mentioned him in public, and his mother always sighed in front of him. Even his grandmother always thought of him as her filial and capable eldest grandson.

Although they didn't say anything, He Yunze himself knew everything.

Until his elder brother Xi Rong was assassinated and fell into a coma, before he could seal the Wolf Mountain and recover the border, he was carried back to the Marquis's mansion in a sorry state, becoming a useless living dead.

From that moment on, the dark cloud hanging over his head, belonging to his elder brother, finally dissipated completely.

The father finally noticed his son.

He then married, entered officialdom, and rose through the ranks to become prime minister, becoming an object of admiration and flattery for everyone. In everyone's eyes, he was almost dazzling.

He Jingyan, on the other hand, lay on his bed, silent and unresponsive to medicine, and finally vanished like a shooting star.

Those years have passed too long, and He Yunze himself has completely forgotten the shadow cast over him by his elder brother.

But in this life...

Why did he wake up?

How did he wake up so inexplicably?

The news was so sudden that He Yunze felt his mind go blank and his breathing became inexplicably rapid.

Having lived a second life, even Song Ruoan's repeated betrayals had never made him feel so terrified.

At that time, he felt confident that he still had a chance to make a comeback.

But now, he vaguely felt that things were getting out of control, and it was as if something inside him had completely collapsed at this moment.