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

Upon hearing this, He Yunze's eyelids twitched, and he felt a sudden emptiness in his heart.

Now he has nothing left, not even the last glimmer of hope from his past life.

Seeing Song Ruoan's red eyes, he still gently comforted her, "Even if she ran out of the courtyard, she must be in the mansion. I'll send people to look for her. Don't be sad."

Song Ruoan pursed her lips and nodded, her eyes filled with helplessness: "Husband, I feel so guilty."

He Yunze comforted her, "Nobody wants this."

After having breakfast, He Yunze instructed his servants to search the mansion thoroughly.

Although he spoke casually on the surface, this tabby cat was not something he picked up off the street. He had sent people to find it with great difficulty, based on the color and pattern of the cats they had kept in their previous life.

After sending out all his men, He Yunce went out to search for them himself.

The sun was shining brightly today, and the sunlight felt warm and comforting on people.

Song Xizhi and the divine physician Rihua set out some of their favorite snacks and pastries in the garden and sunbathed in the pavilion.

The Divine Physician Rihua has been staying in the mansion for some time now, but he stays cooped up in his room every day. Song Xiyi is worried that he might not be taking good enough care of him, which might make the Divine Physician Rihua feel a little bored.

Secondly, because of what the Divine Physician Rihua hadn't finished saying last time, Song Xizhi wanted to get more clues about her senior brother.

But since the divine physician Rihua was unwilling to go out, Song Xizhi simply took her to the garden in the backyard to bask in the sun.

When Song Xizhi left, he pretended to take several medical books with him, and the pretentious manner made the divine physician Rihua roll his eyes.

She picked up the storybook Song Xizhi had placed beside the bed and patted his head: "Don't think I don't know what you want to read!"

Without hesitation, Song Xizhi put down the medical book in his hand and picked up the food box that had been prepared in advance.

The two had been chatting about all sorts of things, but Song Xizhi subtly steered the conversation back to the past experiences of the legendary physician, Dr. Hua.

Before they could exchange more than a few words, they noticed a commotion inside the mansion, as if a servant was searching for something.

Before the two could figure it out, they suddenly heard a faint cry.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

"Is it a cat?"

Song Xizhi pricked up his ears and scanned the direction of the sound, and sure enough, he found a dying little raccoon in the grass.

The raccoon wasn't big, but now it looked like it was skin and bones. Its soft fur was all wet and sticky to its head, making its head look even bigger.

Song Xizhi's eyelids twitched, and his eyebrows furrowed.

She stood up from her seat, intending to pick up the raccoon, but then noticed that some of its bones were misaligned, looking as if they were broken.

The renowned physician Rihua also came over and squatted down next to Song Xizhi. "This cat looks like it has a broken bone. It's been broken for several days."

Upon hearing this, Song Xi felt a pang of heartache.

The two moved the cat to the lawn. Song Xizhi took out the medicine he carried with him, applied it to the kitten's wound, repositioned the wound, and then used a wooden board and cloth to fix the wound.

He Yunze, who was still looking for the cat, heard the commotion nearby, looked up, and saw Song Xizhi busy at work.

He didn't know why he didn't move, but just stood silently in place, taking in Song Xizhi's every move. Even his anxious heart calmed down at this moment.

After Song Xizhi finished bandaging the tabby cat, he placed the cloak on the lawn, put the cat on it, and fed it goat milk in small sips.

He Yunze watched her delicate movements and gentle profile. Her fair face was like a white porcelain vase, and her gentle smile came from the heart, making his heart pound.

He Yunze walked up to Song Xizhi as if by some strange impulse, and the first thing he saw was the food and storybooks on the table.

The food was all common folk trinkets, such as candied hawthorns and osmanthus cakes, and you could even smell the aroma of milk.

On the table, casually spread out, were several storybooks, the kind commonly seen on the street.

When He Yunze saw the things on the table, in a flash, as if he had thought of something, he almost froze.

He quickly turned his head and looked at Song Xizhi beside him.

He stared at Song Xizhi's face with intense longing, and even his clenched fists began to tremble at that moment.

Upon hearing the commotion, the Divine Physician Rihua looked He Yunce up and down, his previously expressionless face slightly changing.

Feeling the two women's questioning gazes, he cautiously asked, "Did you prepare the food on this table?"

The Japanese-Chinese doctor frowned, finding his words somewhat inexplicable: "If it's not ours, then there must be something fishy going on?"

He Yunze was scolded harshly, but his heart was pounding. He then turned to Song Xizhi and said, "This tabby cat... it was mine. I didn't know when it ran away. Luckily, you found it..."

Upon hearing this, the Divine Physician Rihua sneered: "Then I advise you not to keep it anymore. It's so pitiful. Not only is it skin and bones, but you even broke its bones."

He Yunze stared wide-eyed at the Divine Physician Rihua in disbelief: "Bone broken? That's impossible!"

The renowned doctor, Rihua, didn't want to talk to the man, so he tilted his chin back and sat back down on the stool.

Song Xizhi didn't look at him directly, nor did she notice He Yunze's fluctuating emotions. She simply explained in a cold voice, "Whether the cat broke its leg on its own or was kicked by someone, it's easy to tell from the shape of the wound. This cat was kicked and its leg was broken at least two or three days ago."

"It's okay if you don't believe me, but I'm not giving this cat back to you."

He Yunze took a deep breath, struggling to process the news.

Looking at the person in front of him, he thought that the way she spoke with her brows furrowed was extremely beautiful.

Scenes from my past and present lives suddenly flashed through my mind.

The scene that was originally something that only appeared in his dreams was now clearly in front of him, and the owner of that scene was no longer Song Ruoan.

He was absolutely certain that the person was Song Xizhi.

He Yunze breathed heavily, his voice trembling slightly with tension, even carrying a hint of despair and resentment: "You...you like candied hawthorns, you like reading storybooks, you like drinking milk..."

Why would you like things that nobles would never even look at?

"Aren't you afraid of being looked down upon? Aren't you afraid of being considered lowly and unworthy of respect?"

Song Xizhi looked at him with a puzzled expression. The Divine Physician Rihua noticed something amiss in his words and quickly stood up to shield Song Xizhi.

Song Xizhi stroked his soft palm and said gently to He Yunze, "They only look down on people, not things."

"Even if you wear fine silks and satins, adorn yourself with gold and silver jewelry, and eat the finest delicacies, they will still look down on you and only say, 'You're all show and no substance.'"

"The candied hawthorn and the storybook are innocent. They are neither superior nor inferior. If they are, it is because they are implicated by their owners, just like this tabby cat, who cannot judge people well."

Song Xizhi felt that in his previous life, he was actually the same person as He Yunze.

They all live in comparison, they all misjudge people, and they all strive to gain the approval and praise of others, even at the cost of everything.

The storybooks and trinkets that He Yunze liked in his previous life were considered lowbrow by Huang Shi. However, when he became prime minister, even though Song Ruoan disliked them, she had to pretend to be very interested.

No one dared to say anything to him anymore.

He Yunze, having risen to the position of prime minister, believed he had found his soulmate, never suspecting that it was merely a hypocritical pretense by Song Ruoan.

I don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse.

He Yunze stared blankly at Song Xizhi's calm face, Song Xizhi's words echoing in his ears.

Her words were full of implications; just a slight touch of their meaning caused He Yunze to break out in a cold sweat, his back even getting soaked.

He felt Song Xizhi's gaze, but suddenly dared not look into Song Xizhi's clear black and white eyes. His heart was pounding wildly, but he walked out with heavy steps, as if he had done something wrong.

He hadn't walked more than a few steps when he collapsed heavily to the ground with a thud.

The servants rushed forward and surrounded him in a large group.

Song Xizhi and the divine physician Rihua remained standing in place, ignoring the commotion outside.

The renowned physician, observing Song Xizhi's ever-changing expression and unsure of his thoughts, quickly approached Song Xizhi and whispered:

"Hey, who was that guy who just came over?"

Song Xizhi only came to her senses when she heard the voice of the Divine Physician Rihua. She replied, "That is He Yunce, the second young master of the Marquis of Anding. He is also my uncle."

After Song Xizhi finished speaking, the Divine Physician Rihua suddenly let out a profound sigh.

"Your uncle is infertile!"