After the delicate and soft-spoken wife gave up, the aloof and powerful minister embraced her and sh

The room was dimly lit, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Wen Jiayue took a deep breath and suddenly opened her eyes.

The familiar tent ceiling came into view, with its pattern of hundreds of sons and thousands of grandsons, a sight she had seen countless times in the four years since her marriage.

Wen Jiayue was somewhat taken aback. She was still alive?

Not only was she not dead, but she killed the eldest princess and was not in prison; instead, she was still in the Marquis's mansion.

Wen Jiayue had a splitting headache and tried to sit up, but a tearing pain came from her lower body, causing her to break out in a cold sweat in an instant.

"do not move."

The familiar, indifferent voice made Wen Jiayue pause.

She looked up and saw a handsome and upright figure walking towards her.

Having shared a bed for four years, she would never mistake Shen Fuhan's voice or figure, even if he turned to ashes.

Wen Jiayue gave him a cold glance: "You're finally back."

Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then cast a puzzled look at him.

Before he could speak, Wen Jiayue continued, "I sent you so many letters, didn't you even read a single one? Hearing that something happened to her, you finally decided to come back?"

After saying a lot in one breath, Wen Jiayue gasped for breath due to stomach pain.

Shen Fuhan finally managed to speak: "What letter?"

If you listen carefully, you can hear that Shen Fuhan's voice is still somewhat young, completely unlike his former calm and composed demeanor.

But Wen Jiayue's heart was already occupied by his lighthearted words.

Even at a time like this, he's still putting on airs!

Wen Jiayue was furious. Since she was going to die anyway, what did she have to be afraid of? She might as well vent all the words she had been holding in her heart!

"Stop pretending, I know everything! I've worked so hard for the Marquis's mansion for so many years, I've done my part even if I haven't achieved anything, Shen Fuhan, why are you treating me like this?"

"You don't care about the old lady's harsh treatment or your sister-in-law's arrogance, but you've never cared about my precarious situation!"

"All you know is climbing the ladder, all you care about is power. Do you even care about me and our daughter?"

"Since you only have eyes for the Princess, why did you marry me in the first place! You are a complete and utter heartless man!"

Shen Fuhan listened calmly as she spoke.

It wasn't until she mentioned the eldest princess that her emotions finally stirred a little.

He repeated in a low voice, "The Eldest Princess?"

“Heh…” Wen Jiayue shook her head with a wry smile.

She said so much, but his only focus was on the eldest princess!

"Fine, kill me or do whatever you want."

Wen Jiayue closed her eyes, two lines of clear tears streaming down her cheeks.

Her daughter has already been murdered, and she has already killed the murderer herself. Why should she be greedy for the good things in this world?

The road to the underworld is so difficult, Zhao Zhao must be very scared. She wants to go to the underworld to reunite with her daughter.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

Suddenly someone knocked on the door. Shen Fuhan looked over and saw the wet nurse standing outside the door holding a swaddled baby.

“My lord, madam,” the wet nurse said hesitantly, “the young lady has woken up.”

She had just heard the couple arguing and hesitated to go in, but the Marquis had specifically instructed her to bring the young lady over once she woke up, and she dared not disobey.

Shen Fuhan nodded slightly and was about to pick up the child when the person on the bed suddenly sat up.

"Child? What child?"

Wen Jiayue looked towards the door with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

The wet nurse cried out in alarm, "Madam, you've just given birth and are still weak. Lie down quickly!"

...Not long after production?

Wen Jiayue stood there stunned. What? She had just given birth? Zhao Zhao was already three years old!

Could it be that you are dreaming?

Her gaze unconsciously fell on Shen Fuhan, who was standing right next to her.

The room was dark, but Shen Fuhan's outline was still clearly visible.

With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, a high nose and thin lips, his features were gentle and refined, and he stood tall and straight like bamboo, but his eyes and brows lacked a certain majesty and sense of oppression.

Wen Jiayue stared at him blankly until her wet nurse helped her back into bed.

Her gaze shifted to the wet nurse, and she was startled again.

She was indeed Zhao Zhao's first wet nurse, but she was dismissed after Zhao Zhao was given calming pills when her daughter was only a month old!

Was this a dream? Why are the people in my dream so clearly visible?

If it's not a dream, then where is she now?

Her head was throbbing so badly it felt like it was going to split open, and Wen Jiayue saw stars before she completely fainted.

"Waaah... ah... waaah..."

Wen Jiayue was awakened by her daughter's innocent voice, not knowing how long she had slept.

Even though she was in a daze, she still managed to open her heavy eyelids and look to her side.

With just one glance, tears welled up in her eyes.

The newborn baby was hardly cute, all red and wrinkled, but a mother's heart is connected to her daughter's, and Wen Jiayue knew that this was her Zhaozhao.

A series of hurried footsteps sounded, followed by a clear voice.

"Ma'am, are you awake?"

Hearing that long-lost voice, Wen Jiayue subconsciously looked over, and it really was Ruyi!

"Madam, why are you crying?" Ruyi was startled. "The doctor said that you shouldn't cry during postpartum confinement. Let me wipe your tears for you."

She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped away Wen Jiayue's tears, her tone light and cheerful.

"Don't worry, Madam, Miss is fine. Please don't cry!"

Wen Jiayue reached out and grasped her wrist.

It was warm, not the icy body that had been pulled from the water.

Thinking of the day Ruyi passed away, she shed tears again.

"Madam, why are you crying again?" Ruyi continued wiping away her tears, at a loss for what to do. "Did I hurt you?"

“No, no,” Wen Jiayue shook her head, choking back tears, “I’m so happy to see you again in this lifetime.”

Ruyi was stunned. What nonsense is Madam talking about?

However, she also understood a little. Giving birth is like walking through the gates of hell, and the lady must be feeling lingering fear.

Thinking of this, Ruyi comforted her, "Ruyi will always be with Madam and Miss, Madam, please don't cry."

Just as Wen Jiayue was about to speak, a sarcastic voice came from outside the door.

"What a useless child! He only gave birth to a girl. This is going to wipe out the Shen family line!"

Wen Jiayue took a deep breath.

It wasn't because of the sarcasm in her words, but because those words were exactly the same as what the old lady had said after she gave birth to Zhaozhao.

It all felt so real, it didn't feel like a dream at all.

Ruyi glanced nervously at the lady's expression and comforted her, "Madam, please rest well. I will go and persuade the old lady to leave."

Wen Jiayue was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Is Lord Shen... in the palace right now?"

If her guess is correct, then she can be certain that she has returned to the day her daughter was born with her memories intact.

Ruyi asked in surprise, "How did you know, Madam? Just a quarter of an hour ago, the Emperor urgently summoned the Marquis to the palace, saying that he had important matters to discuss."

Sure enough.

Wen Jiayue's heart raced. Had she really been reborn?

However, repairing Princess Li Zhilan's residence is hardly a big deal.

Wen Jiayue gave a bitter smile. Was it around this time that Shen Fuhan started to hook up with the Princess?

But she didn't care anymore.

From now on, she will only focus on raising her daughter properly; as for the entire Marquis's mansion, she will no longer serve them!