After transmigrating into the book, I helped my mother reconcile with her divorced husband.

Han Ting shook his head.

His parents have been gone for many years and have probably been reincarnated, living a peaceful and happy life. Why should he force them to come back? What he wants is for Lu Zhiyuan to return.

"If you can possess a body once, you can possess a body twice. Tell me, how do you possess a body, how do you return to life?"

I'll help you, I'll wait for you.

She wanted to say she didn't know either, but then she looked at Han Ting and fell silent.

“I can’t be resurrected.” Lu Zhiyuan tapped Han Ting’s nose: “After all, it’s very difficult to choose someone like the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Pingnan.”

"Identity, status, or..."

“Age, and her illness.” Lu Zhiyuan fabricated with a straight face: “Borrowing a body for resurrection can only be done by those who are young, the best being an unborn baby, followed by those under five, and then those under ten. Children over ten are no good. Children over ten have already settled their personalities and are easily recognized. Besides age, there is also illness. It requires someone who is either unborn or dying. I have no relation to unborn people and cannot bear to harm them. Those who are dying but not yet dead are also very difficult to find. It took me a lot of effort to find this body.”

“I can help you find it, Miss.”

“Even if we find it, it won’t work.” Lu Zhiyuan shook her head: “Reincarnation is the same as theft. Stealing once is fine, but stealing twice will get you caught. So, the same method can only be used once.”

"How should we use it next time?"

"Get married!" Lu Zhiyuan whispered in Han Ting's ear, "Remember the day I'm laid to rest. Within two years, find a beautiful wife to marry, the more beautiful the better, especially her features—she can't have any flaws. You know I like beautiful faces. Also, you can't be perfunctory; you have to genuinely love your wife. Even if you can't treat her like you treat me, you still have to be respectful and treat her well. A loving and harmonious parent-child relationship is essential for a beautiful child."

"and then?"

"Give birth to a child within three years." Lu Zhiyuan thought for a moment: "Before I die, I will give you something. It may be the bracelet I wear on my wrist, or the hairpin I wear in my hair, or a sachet and jade pendant. In any case, you must give this to your wife and let her wear it close to her body until the baby is born, then I can be reborn through her womb."

"So simple?"

"What's so simple about it?" Lu Zhiyuan snorted and sat at the foot of the bed. "A beautiful wife is hard to find! Don't look at me like that."

I know there are many beauties in the world, but how many can surpass my beauty? Besides my mother, I haven't seen another. Of course, your mother was beautiful too, but she's gone. You saw your mother when you were young, and later you saw me and my mother. What other beauty in the world could catch your eye? Even if she did, with your aloof and awkward personality, do you think she'd be interested in you? And even if she were, getting married and having children within three years would be incredibly difficult. I don't think I have any hope for that in my next life.”

Han Ting said urgently, "I can do it for Miss."

Lu Zhiyuan nodded and cupped his face in her hands: "Then I'll entrust my next life to you."

Han Ting gazed longingly into her eyes: "You'll remember me in the next life, won't you? Just like you remember the things from your past life in this one?"

Lu Zhiyuan hummed in agreement: "It's hard to say. Maybe I remember, maybe I don't. For example, I remember very little about my past life; most of it is vague. Reincarnation always has some side effects. I've never been born as an infant, so I don't know what the outcome will be. If I forget, will Han Ting despise me?"

"How could that be? Whether Miss remembers or not, Han Ting will take care of Miss."

"Of course I'll take care of you. If I were truly reincarnated as your child, you would be my father, and I would be your daughter. You have to cherish me, love me, and give me the best of everything in the world." Lu Zhiyuan clicked her tongue twice: "Young Master of the Qinghe Gang..."

That sounds good, so carefree. When I grow up, you must choose a good husband for me. Someone like you, with Lu Yun's personality, preferably someone who can marry into the family. In short, in my next life, I want to do whatever I want and be happy.

"Okay!" Han Ting said with tears in his eyes, "Whatever Miss wants, Han Ting will give Miss."

Lu Zhiyuan released her grip and turned her back: "Do you still want to know who I am?"

"Does Miss want to talk about it?" Han Ting stood up slightly, staring at her profile. "Miss said that everyone has their own secrets. If Miss doesn't want to talk about it, Han Ting will not press the matter further."

“In my past life, I was an assassin, the kind who kills without blinking an eye.” Lu Zhiyuan threw out a silver needle: “I was killed by the leader of my organization… the Assassin Alliance. I was very powerful, but even the most powerful can't withstand being stabbed in the back by their own people.”

"The Assassin's Guild? I've never heard of that organization before." Han Ting muttered to himself, "Does Miss remember where the Assassin's Guild is?"

"You want to help me get revenge?"

Han Ting nodded.

“It’s too late to report it.” Lu Zhiyuan propped herself up on the bed and gently swung her feet. “They’ve been dead for hundreds of years, their bones have turned to dust. You know what kind of person I am. If they were still alive, I would definitely cut them into a thousand pieces. No, not only cut them into a thousand pieces, but also spread their bones on the busy streets so that thousands of people can trample on them.”

Han Ting's focus has shifted again.

"Several hundred years? Where were you during those hundreds of years, Miss?"

Lu Zhiyuan was momentarily speechless, but continued to lie: "I... am a wandering ghost, drifting around. That's why they say that being reborn requires the right time, place, and people. I've waited hundreds of years to finally get this body."

Han Ting looked at her with heartache: "Miss must be very lonely."

Lu Zhiyuan first exclaimed "Ah," then realized what he meant and chuckled, "That's not true. Humans have their world, and ghosts have theirs. Someone as smart, beautiful, and capable as me can thrive anywhere. But being a ghost has one downside. No, not just one downside, but one, two, three, four, five downsides."

Han Ting asked urgently, "What's wrong?"

Lu Zhiyuan counted on her fingers: "The first one can only eat incense candles, not anything else."

That's really unfair to Miss.

Everyone around Lu Zhiyuan knew how high her standards were for food. For hundreds of years, she could only eat incense and candles; it wasn't that it was bad, but it was an immense injustice.

He whispered, "Can't we eat the offerings?"

“Occasionally I can manage to snatch some,” Lu Zhiyuan answered seriously, as if she had actually stolen offerings from others. “I’m an assassin. I have no parents or friends. After I die, I’m a lonely ghost. Where will anyone worship me? If no one worships me, there will be no offerings. If there are no offerings, I can only steal from others. Rich people have many thugs, and poor people have nothing. We can’t bully the weak, and the bad people are just as pitiful as me. They have nothing. How can we steal from them? In hundreds of years, I’ve only eaten a few offerings.”

"No, I'll prepare plenty of delicious food for Miss." Han Ting's eyes grew even redder: "Besides offerings, what else?"

“I’m not dressed well either. For hundreds of years, I haven’t even had a change of clothes.” Lu Zhiyuan said with a bitter face, “I live in a bad place. I can only pick up discarded graves. Also, when other people go out, they either take a carriage or ride a horse. At the very least, they can ride an ox or a donkey. As for me, I rely on my two legs. I’m exhausted.”