He was hacked to death! Reborn and married to the Grand Secretary, his family wept with regret.

In the dimly lit Buddhist hall, a few candles flickered.

The old man in black stood hunched over in front of An Wuyang, and when he spoke, his voice was soft and high-pitched.

"Princess, His Majesty has secretly ordered that you be brought back to the palace in seven days."

An Wuyang suddenly came to his senses, not having time to notice the bloodstains on his forehead, and abruptly stood up.

Wasn't she dead? She died on the day the rebels attacked the city!

As the gleaming scimitar severed her head, her most trusted husband was embracing another woman and softly comforting her.

Her beloved son was also fighting on the front lines, just to carve out a bloody path for his "perfect mother," Luo Qingfan!

An Wuyang's head fell to the ground, and he died with his eyes wide open, seeing the woman's triumphant smile on his face even in his final moments.

Now, it seems we've gone back to seven years ago?

An Wuyang was stunned for a moment.

Eunuch Chang took out a dark yellow scroll from his sleeve, shook it twice, and presented it to An Wuyang.

"His Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time..."

An Wuyang gripped the scroll tightly; she already knew its contents by heart.

Heaven took pity on her and gave her a second chance!

"it is good."

Her words were firm and resolute: "Thank you for your reply, Eunuch. I will return now!"

In her past life, An Wuyang refused to return to the palace because she couldn't bear to part with that father and son, thus paving the way for those ungrateful father and son, and ended up with such a miserable fate.

This time, she is determined to return to the palace, and she will scheme for all the splendor and glory that awaits her. She will also collect the debts that are due!

After agreeing to meet in seven days, Eunuch Chang hurriedly left through the back door.

At the same time, the main gate was smashed open, and sunlight streamed in, almost blinding the eyes.

An Wuyang's eyes reflected the figures of the three people in front of him.

Li Huai-ren and Luo Qing-fan entered hand in hand, with An Wu-yang's beloved son, Li En, by their side.

As they walked, Rean casually handed a bunch of vibrant wild roses to Luo Qingfan.

"Aunt Qingfan, you can't be angry anymore now that you've accepted En'er's flowers!"

"My mother only knows how to do laundry and cook for us. She never takes care of herself or dresses up. She's not even as good-looking as Aunt Qingfan... When she saw that you were prettier than her, she even got jealous and hurt you!"

Luo Qingfan bent down, concealing the smugness in her eyes: "En'er, be good, you can't say that about your mother."

Li En pouted, his small, delicate hand plucking a flower from Luo Qingfan's arms and gently pinning it to Luo Qingfan's head.

"Aunt Qingfan is still the best!"

Luo Qingfan glanced into the Buddhist hall, her voice as melodious and clear as a nightingale's.

"So, En'er, do you think your mother is prettier, or your aunt is prettier?"

Without hesitation, Li En answered hastily, as if afraid that Luo Qingfan wouldn't hear him if he spoke too late.

"Of course Auntie is beautiful. It would be wonderful if Aunt Qingfan could be my mother..."

Upon hearing this, Li Huai-ren feigned anger and said, "En'er, don't talk nonsense!"

Although he did not rebuke her, his tone showed no sign of blame and even carried a hint of satisfaction.

The three people, bathed in sunlight, exuded affection, resembling a close-knit family of three.

An Wuyang showed no emotion on his face.

In the past, she would feel jealous when her husband and son praised Luo Qingfan. Now that she has been reborn, she knows the filth in their hearts and will never engage in pointless disputes again.

It's more important to plan for yourself than to waste that energy.

Upon hearing An Wuyang's footsteps, Li Huai Ren slowly turned his head, his gentle, smiling face instantly filled with an air of superiority and contempt.

"An Wuyang, do you know you were wrong?"

Li Huai-ren's first words were a question. Although his voice was gentle, his tone was cold and hard, as if he was quite disappointed in An Wu-yang.

Finally, his gaze swept over Luo Qingfan beside him, and he was immediately overcome with guilt.

"For the sake of our past as husband and wife, as long as you sincerely apologize to Qingfan, I will let it go!"

In her past life, An Wuyang was deeply attracted to Li Huai Ren's gentle and refined appearance, preferring to suffer herself rather than make things difficult for Li Huai Ren.

Looking at his behavior now, An Wuyang felt nauseous.

"Okay, I apologize! It was my mistake to get entangled with such a rotten person over something so unworthy."

"If I commit this offense again, I am willing to be trapped in the enemy ranks and hacked to death!"