After being reborn, I became the apple of my enemy's eye.

In December of the last year, a heavy snow fell, covering the ancient city of Changgu in white.

In the front courtyard of the Zheng residence, people were jokingly praising the heavy snowfall this year, predicting a bumper harvest next year. The scene was quite lively.

Even the servants in the mansion had the privilege of listening to these commotions and covering their mouths to chuckle.

No one noticed that there should have been another person there.

My gaze fell on the backyard, where a woman was squatting by the well, dressed in coarse linen clothes of no color. Her hands were washing her husband's underwear, which had been soiled by the fluid that had leaked out the night before, in a basin.

Wash everything thoroughly with soapberry.

Yan Yun got up to fetch water from the well to wash himself one last time.

She had just stood up when, unaware that she had exerted too much force, she felt a sudden darkness before her eyes and fell weakly forward.

When she regained consciousness, she frantically reached out to steady herself, burying the cracked part of her palm in the snow, and immediately felt unbearable pain.

She raised her hand, put it in her palm, and blew on it, but her frozen red hands couldn't feel any warmth at all.

She wanted to call her maid to help her up.

But when his gaze fell on the clothes in the basin, he immediately changed his mind.

This is just an ordinary thing.

Then put the bamboo poles from which the clothes were hung to dry into the room.

Yan Yuncai went to the front courtyard to pay his respects.

She went to the front yard, but before she even got close to the main gate, the roaring fire in the stove inside the house made the room warm and cozy in the winter.

She felt completely relaxed.

He brushed the snow off his clothes and shoulders before entering the inner room with a smile.

The moment she went inside.

The teasing stopped abruptly.

Yan Yunfu said.

"I've come to pay my respects to my mother."

The people who were just chatting and laughing have now all become serious.

The elderly woman in the seat of honor, with her gray hair but exquisite makeup, glanced at her with undisguised disdain.

He flicked something off his clothes that wasn't even there.

"They're only arriving now?"

The in-laws' tone was clearly unpleasant, but Yan Yun maintained a polite smile and explained softly.

"Because of the mutual understanding..."

Before Yan Yun could finish speaking, Zheng Jihua, who was standing next to him, started coughing.

The parents-in-law immediately turned around and asked.

"Is the fire not strong enough? Or are you feeling cold?"

Yan Yun also turned around and looked over.

She always kept her husband in her heart.

Zheng Jihua glanced at Yan Yun and replied to her mother.

"No, I just coughed because I spoke too quickly."

With her mind focused on her son, Zheng had no time to pay attention to Yan Yun and started chatting and laughing with others again.

Yan Yun maintained the gesture of offering gifts, indicating that her in-laws hadn't forgotten her; they were doing it on purpose.

My in-laws are unhappy again.

However, she was never happy in front of herself.

Yan Yun didn't speak, waiting for her parents-in-law to tell her when she could get up.

She glanced at her husband.

He didn't look at himself.

On the contrary, the maids beside her were chatting and laughing. The maid next to her had a rosy and smooth face because she had been in the warm room the whole time, and she looked quite prosperous.

Looking at myself, I realize that not only my hands but also my face resemble those of a rough and uncouth servant.

My brief sigh was interrupted by my in-laws' voices.

Madam Zheng said, "You have been a member of the family for almost ten years, and you still have no offspring. This is a disgrace to the Zheng family."

Yan Yun had just finished washing her husband's underpants when she came over.

The issue has been raised again.

She intended to answer.

But when he looked up and saw Zheng Jihua glaring at him angrily, he swallowed his words back.

After all, there are some things that cannot be said, as Zheng Jihua had instructed her.

Yan Yun lowered her head and apologized to her aggressive in-laws.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault, I didn't serve my husband well."

After making her stance clear, Zheng did not press her further.

Instead, they started talking about Zheng Jihua's plan to take a concubine.

"It's normal for an only son to have many children. When the new family members come into the house, you should also get along well with them."

Taking a concubine?

It's time to come.

Yan Yun clasped his hands tightly, despite his parents' frequent words.

It's perfectly normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines, and he should accept it calmly. But when it comes to actually giving his husband to another woman, and having to share the service of this man with another woman, Yan Yun finds it hard to express his feelings.

She looked up at Zheng Jihua.

They have been married for over ten years, and she has never uttered a single disobedient word to him, taking excellent care of him.

Therefore, she still hoped that her husband would refuse his parents' request.

But Zheng Jihua's gaze didn't fall on him at all.

Instead, he was talking to the maid beside him.

Meanwhile, Zheng, seated at the head of the table, stared intently at her, wanting her to make a statement today.

Yan Yun's mother taught her.

If an elder makes a request, you cannot disobey; you must agree.

Zheng Jihua's mother, her in-laws, wanted her to make a statement here regarding taking a concubine.

Since her husband remained silent, she chose to lower her head and answer her in-laws.

"Yes, I will definitely take good care of the newcomers."

The words fell.

Zheng Jihua grasped the hand of the maid beside her, who was startled but blushed shyly. She glanced at Yan Yun with a defiant look in her eyes.

Zheng Jihua took her hand and kissed it.

“I said I would make you my concubine, and you will be. This is your husband.”

The maid lowered her head.

Their affectionate demeanor made Yan Yun feel physically uncomfortable at that moment; she could clearly sense that the maid was making no attempt to hide her provocation.

But that anger that was stirred up didn't last long.

She relaxed; yes, that familiar feeling.

When she raised her head again, her face still showed that gentle and docile expression.

She walked up to Zheng Jihua, and the maid tried to pull her hand back, but it was too late.

Yan Yun was filled with unbearable pain, and in the next second, he spat blood all over the maid's face.

Bright red blood dripped down following the maid's screams.

Yan Yun could no longer hear.

The last thing I saw was Zheng's disgusted face.

Ten years? Or longer?

Yan Yun couldn't remember clearly, but when she was 14 years old, her parents sent her to the Zheng family in a bridal sedan chair.

In the Zheng family, the years were never counted.

Only by being virtuous and kind can one do the best thing.

Because of their proper and generous manners, the Wei family, the parents, always felt proud.

Yan Yun did the same, but her husband, who was violent and unpredictable, showed no concern whatsoever until the moment she collapsed and vomited blood.

Yan Yun clearly felt that this time, if she fell, she would never be able to stand up again.

The maids carried her to the unorthodox remedy next door.

Her former main house was now decorated with red lanterns by maids coming and going.

We're separated by just a wall every day.

The servants were all saying that Zheng Jihua's taking a concubine, though she was a concubine, was treated no differently than a legal wife, and that it was even more exciting than marrying a legal wife.

Yan Yun was down, but not deaf, so she heard not only these words, but also the foul noises Zheng Jihua and his concubine made next door.

No one expected that Yan Yun, who was as strong as an ox, would collapse. He collapsed for one day, two days, five days...

Two weeks later, Zheng Jihua came by, but he remained outside the door and did not come in.

He stood far away outside the door and told Yan Yun in the coldest voice.

“You know, what I hate most is people who are mentally unstable. If your mental instability can’t be cured, then you don’t need to go back to the main house.”

He left only this one sentence and never came back.

The maid who served Yan Yun became increasingly disrespectful to her, stealing her pearl hairpin and telling her in front of her that the concubine was pregnant and that she would be divorced in a few days.

Yan Yun dragged her life out day by day, yet she just wouldn't die. She felt she should die; living like this was like living in hell.

It wasn't until the concubine, wearing the fine clothes she had once been reluctant to wear and had stored away in the closet, entered her side room.

The concubine covered her nose, directly expressing her dissatisfaction with the unpleasant smell in the room, which resembled that of rotting corpses.

"What's living in that house? It stinks so badly, it's worse than a pigsty in the village."

How dare a concubine be so arrogant towards the legal wife?

If it were any other principal wife, this concubine would probably be sold off cheaply or beaten to death with sticks.

But nowadays, nobody cares about her anymore.

The concubine told her maid to wait outside, and she came to Yan Yun's bedside alone.

Her eyes looked at Yan Yun with such disdain and pity.

She touched her belly, her face full of love, but the words she spoke were extremely sinister.

“As long as you live, I will never be the legal wife. On the day my child is born, I must make him the son of the legal wife. So you understand what I mean.”