Reborn as a doctor, he takes revenge and ruthlessly punishes the scum.

Wen Lang's eyes flickered, but he grabbed her arm and, with his favorite gentle smile, said to her:

"I was just thinking that if she could be so unfaithful this time, then she probably wasn't before either. Zhe-ge doesn't look like me, so maybe he's not my son."

Changning was very satisfied with his performance. She gently took his arm, raised her chin triumphantly, and looked at Yu Shuyan.

At this moment, Yu Shuyan's face was deathly pale. She couldn't believe he could be so ruthless and heartless.

Even tigers don't eat their cubs, how could she possibly fall for a man like that?

Looking at her desperate and pained expression, Changning's smile widened. He coldly addressed the two guards standing there, and said:

"Are you dead? What are you waiting for?!"

The two guards were startled by her shout. They rushed forward, and although there was reluctance in their eyes, they still pulled Tuanzi tightly out of Yu Shuyan's arms.

The little dumpling cried loudly in pain, almost fainting from the pain. It kept shouting:

"Mother, Mother, it hurts, Mother~"

Yu Shuyan's heart ached terribly. She tried her best to protect the little boy, but she was also afraid of hurting him.

Seeing the little dumpling crying in pain, her face flushed red, her heart felt like it was being torn apart.

But she couldn't let go, because if she did, she would lose her little dumpling.

Seeing that they hesitated to take the child away, Changning coldly cursed:

"Useless! You can't even handle one woman. What use are you?"

The two guards were terrified; they knew Changning's methods. Fear spurred them on, and they tightened their grip. One held onto the child tightly, while the other kicked Yu Shuyan hard in the chest, sending her flying. She landed on the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

The little dumpling was held by its armpits and suspended in the air. Its hands waved frantically at Yu Shuyan, crying out repeatedly:

"Mommy~ Mommy~ Don't hit me, Mommy~ Mommy~ You bad guy~ You bad guy~~"

Ignoring the pain and dizziness, Yu Shuyan struggled to her feet again amidst the little dumpling's cries and rushed towards it.

But the guard who had kicked him grabbed his arm, twisted it backward, and pressed him down hard, forcing him to kneel on one knee.

She struggled, her arm even dislocated from the effort, but she ignored the pain, reaching out to the little one with one hand, forcing out an extremely awkward smile, and coaxing:

"Little dumpling, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Mommy's here, Mommy's here!"

As she spoke, she looked at Changning and began to kowtow to her. At that moment, nothing was more important than her little dumpling.

She kowtowed repeatedly, her forehead turning bright red, as she humbly pleaded:

"Your Highness, I beg you, I beg you, spare my child. I'll die right now, I'll die right now, I only beg you to spare my little dumpling. He's still so young, he won't remember anything, he'll definitely respect and honor you in the future. You are his mother, I beg you, I beg you, spare him."

Seeing that Changning remained unmoved, she hurriedly continued:

"Yes, yes, you love Wen Lang, don't you? Little Tuanzi is Wen Lang's child, really his child. Please, for his sake, spare his child, I beg you!"

Changning raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced at Wen Lang, seemingly unintentionally:

“But Wen Lang said that the little dumpling is not yet his child. Wen Lang is going to become a prime minister in the future. He cannot tolerate any stain or flaw that might affect his reputation. In that case, for his sake, I should help him remove this obstacle, shouldn’t I?”

As she spoke, she looked at Wen Lang:

"Wenlang, tell me, isn't that the truth?"

Chang Ning's words made Wen Lang's eyes suddenly brighten.

To rise to high office and become a prime minister—that was the dream of countless scholars. And now, Changning had so casually laid out before him a dream that others could only dream of. How could he not seize it at all costs?

What does sacrificing one son matter? He can have many more sons. And they are sons with royal blood.

Wen Lang smiled faintly as he looked at Chang Ning:

"Yes, thank you, Princess, for your thoughtfulness. You've resolved this worry for me."

Changning couldn't help but burst into laughter at his appearance. As she laughed, she gave the nanny a meaningful look. The nanny, holding the medicine, walked towards the little dumpling.

"No~"

Yu Shuyan struggled desperately, but the guards pressed her hard to the ground. Her face was pressed against the snow, one hand gripping the ground, her fingernails curling outwards and turning bloody from the force.

But she seemed completely oblivious, only straining to keep her head up, staring intently at the crying little dumpling, her eyes wide with fury:

"No, no, please, spare the child! Wenlang, he's your son, your own son! Mother, mother, he's your grandson! He's so filial, so adorable! Please, Princess, spare him, Mother!"

However, no matter how much she cried and screamed, those people just stood there indifferently, showing no intention of saving the little dumpling.

Finally, the old woman grabbed the little boy's chin with one hand, forcefully pried open his mouth, and poured the poison into it all at once.

The poor little child, knowing nothing, was abandoned in the snow by the guards, and crawled towards Yu Shuyan, crying out:

"Mother~mother~"

Each cry of "Mother" shattered Yu Shuyan's heart, leaving her in utter pain and despair.

The old woman walked up to her with the medicine, but she didn't wait for her to make a move. Instead, she snatched the medicine packet from the old woman's hand and poured it directly into her mouth.

Then, breaking free from the guards, he desperately crawled to the little dumpling and hugged his tiny body tightly in his arms.

At this moment, the little dumpling's face was deathly pale and bluish-purple, and blood began to seep from its seven orifices. It kept burrowing into her arms, crying out:

"Mother, it hurts, Mother, it hurts~"

Yu Shuyan's abdomen began to cramp, and blood started seeping from her seven orifices. Her eyes, in particular, were bloodshot, with tears mixed with blood, turning into bright red droplets that slid down from the corners of her eyes.

The little dumpling, seeing Yu Shuyan's terrifying appearance, showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, enduring the pain, she stretched out her chubby little hand to wipe the blood from the corner of Yu Shuyan's eyes, murmuring in her tender voice, "Mommy, baby doesn't hurt. Mommy, don't cry. Ah~ Mommy~ Mommy hurts~ It doesn't hurt, Mommy~ don't cry!"

Yu Shuyan's heart was torn open with countless bloody wounds. She lost the ability to think, and just frantically and desperately kowtowed repeatedly to them, who stood there indifferently, while holding the little dumpling, until her face was covered in blood.

She pleaded with them again and again, "Save the child, save her child!"

However, these blood relatives, with coldness, mockery, and even a hint of pleasure, stared at the pitiful mother and child.

Until, the little dumpling's soft, cuddly body gradually became cold and stiff in the icy snow.

Yu Shuyan held the little dumpling tightly, its lifeless body pressed against his head. It seemed she was hoping that he would still laugh and nuzzle her cheek like before.

Bloodshot eyes scanned stiffly over the heads rolling on the ground. Finally, they landed on the small, bluish-purple face of the baby in his arms, whose seven orifices were bleeding.

In a single day, she lost all the loved ones she cared about. This pain and hatred made her suddenly look up, her bloodshot eyes, filled with endless resentment and hatred, sweeping across the faces of the people in front of her.

However, the people in front of them were clearly not to be trifled with.

Aside from Wen's mother, who was startled and unconsciously shrank back, Changning, Wen Lang, and Wen Qing looked at her with disdain.

Yu Shuyan slowly collapsed onto the cold snow, still tightly holding the little dumpling's stiff little body in her arms.

In her final moments, she forced her bloodshot eyes open, watching the swirling snowflakes, her heart surging with intense resentment and longing:

God, please open your eyes! I beg you, open your eyes!

Give me another lifetime, let me tear open their intestines, rip out their hearts and livers, and make them pay for their blood debts.

If I were given another life, I would wish to never enter the cycle of reincarnation, never cross to the other shore, and instead be forever trapped in the Yellow Springs, suffering eternal torment from the waters of the Yellow Springs, the torment of thirsting for blood and devouring flesh.

A snowflake, pure white, drifted down and disappeared little by little from her blood-red eyes, which she had never closed until her death!