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

The words "terminally ill" made Yan Yun even more panicked, and she reached out and grabbed the other person's sleeve.

"Where is she then?"

The woman who was being held felt that Yan Yun was just there to play around, and impatiently slapped him across the face.

"What's wrong with this little brat?"

Caught off guard, Yan Yun was slapped to the ground. She glared at the person in front of her in pain. After their eyes met, she recognized the person as somewhat familiar, but couldn't remember his name.

"If you're looking for the lady, you should try looking at the stone temple across the moat."

After the other person finished speaking, they closed the door.

Yan Yun immediately went to the Stone Temple.

The Stone Temple area is a well-known beggar street, where beggars live. Yan Yun searched for the Stone Temple, and by the time she arrived, she was covered in sweat.

She pushed open the door of the stone temple and went inside.

The stone temple reeked of a foul stench.

An old man suddenly spoke up from behind.

"Whose young lady is this, that she's come here?"

Yan Yun immediately turned around, and right behind her, a ragged old man was staring at her, reaching out to grab her.

Yan Yun slapped his hand away, but Yan Yun's actions were like child's play in front of the old man.

He noticed that Yan Yun's clothes clearly indicated she was from a wealthy family, and he even reached out to beckon her over.

"Come here and let me take a look."

Yan Yun would be a fool to obey.

She glanced around, realizing she couldn't overpower him, so she could only act stealthily. The person in front of her was definitely not a good person.

Just as Yan Yun was thinking about his next move, the old man rushed over, grabbed the hairpin in Yan Yun's hair, and ripped it off without caring whether Yan Yun was in pain or not.

Yan Yun gasped.

But he also took this opportunity to prevent the old man from getting close to him.

Because of the commotion caused by the old man and Yan Yun, the woman who had been quiet all along got up and tried to snatch the hairpin from the old man's hand.

"Oh.."

She spoke indistinctly, and her hand movements were sluggish.

The old man, seeing the woman's actions, burst into laughter, raised his hand, and slapped her across the face.

"I treated you so badly and you didn't say a word, but you dare to fight me for a hairpin. You really do like good things."

The slap didn't cause the woman to make any further noise, but it ignited Yan Yun's anger, who had been racking his brains for a way out of his predicament.

The voice sounded familiar to her; it sounded just like her mother's. If it were her own mother, when had she ever been treated like this?

Yan Yun rushed forward to make a move, but when the old man saw that the girl was not afraid and instead ran back instead of running away, he picked her up like a chick and took her out. He threw Yan Yun out the door and bolted the wooden door shut.

Yan Yun pounded on the door, but even though the dilapidated wooden door was beyond her reach, she shouted loudly inside, but it remained unbroken despite its precarious state.

Yan Yun peeked inside through the crack in the door.

This is clearly a stone temple, but there's absolutely no one passing by.

The old man not only beat and scolded Yan Yun's mother, but also made disgusting gestures.

Yan Yun's eyes widened, all reason vanished.

She didn't know why her mother was here, nor did she know why the Yan family mansion had become the Yan family mansion, but she knew that if she didn't do something now, she would go crazy.

She stopped banging on the door randomly and reached out to pry open the latch. When her hand touched the latch, Yan Yun felt the door loosen inside, and she walked in step by step.

Before the old man even noticed her.

Yan Yun picked up the hairpin from the ground and stabbed the old man repeatedly.

The old man, wincing in pain, stood up and turned to punch the girl in front of him.

But Yan Yun remained completely calm. She knew that her hairpin could not kill the person in front of her. If she wanted to kill the person in front of her, she knew a spot.

Yan Yun dodged away from grabbing his hand.

She moved from in front of the old man to behind him, jumped onto his slightly hunched back, grabbed his hair with one hand, and used the other to stab the hairpin into his neck. The old man turned his head, opened his eyes, and couldn't believe that he had been stabbed by such a small child.

In the moment he was distracted, Yan Yun also let go of his hand, jumped off him and fell to the ground.

He reached out to touch the spot where he had been stabbed, and looked at the child. When he saw her eyes clearly, he felt a chill run down his spine. How could a child who wasn't even as tall as his own leg have such a look in her eyes?

The hairpin that hadn't been pulled out was still stuck in the old man's neck.

He took two steps forward and coughed violently and uncomfortably. With each cough, blood flowed down his face like water.

Yan Yun turned to look at his mother on the ground and immediately squatted down. When she brushed aside the hair covering the woman's face, revealing the all-too-familiar face, Yan Yun could no longer control his emotions.

She took her hand, cupped her face in one hand, and called out "Mother" over and over again.

Yan Yun died in the most painful and tragic way, but she missed her mother. Even though her mother had always been strict with her, her longing for her mother occupied her last thoughts.

Mother, word by word.

The woman on the ground was so startled that she shook off Yan Yun's hand.

The old man standing in front of them also picked up a wooden stick from the ground and was about to smash it down on the person when Yan Yun's mother reached out and pushed Yan Yun away.

He crashed headfirst into the old man.

When the old man fell to the ground, Yan Yun reached out and pushed the hairpin an inch further in.

The old man grabbed Yan Yun's hand and opened his mouth slightly, "You brat, who are you!"

As he spoke, the spurting blood splattered all over Yan Yun's face.

Yan Yun wiped away the blood in front of his eyes and pulled out his hairpin.

This time, not only was the old man's mouth bleeding, but his neck was also bleeding profusely.

Yan Yun watched him struggle, but he couldn't get up again, nor did he have the strength to fight back. She didn't want to answer his question at all.

She reached out to help her mother, but Yan's mother stared at her, her eyes breaking Yan Yun's heart.

"mother."

She called out softly, but was slapped across the face by Yan's mother.

Yan's mother was fully conscious and angrily rebuked Yan Yun: "I am not your mother."

Yan Yun wanted to say that she was her daughter Yan Yun, and therefore she was naturally her mother, but Yan's mother's expression had lost its previous madness, and she looked at Yan Yun with unusual calmness.

She stared at Yan Yun, but seemed to be talking to herself, "I don't have a daughter, and that useless person isn't my daughter either."

She stood up and used all her remaining strength to deliver the final blows to the dying old man's head with the stick. Amidst muffled groans and cries for help, Yan Yun uttered those words in despair.

"Mother, I am Yan Yun."

The stick in the mother's hand fell to the ground.

She turned to look at Yan Yun, a smile spreading across her dirty face. She coughed incessantly as she asked, "Are you crazy, child? Yan Yun? Who is that?"

Yan Yun couldn't help but shed tears.

"Mother, I died in the Zheng family mansion, but I don't know how I came back to life as his daughter."

After Yan Yun finished speaking, Yan's mother frowned. Did she think she would believe such a fantastical story?

Yan's mother pointed at Yan Yun's forehead: "Is this how those people taught you to say such things? Did they think I would believe a child like you?"

Yan Yun wanted his mother to believe in him.

"Mother, when I was ten years old, you gave me something. If I remember it, would you still consider me your daughter?"

She spoke with tears streaming down her face, completely unlike a child. For a moment, Yan's mother wavered, but only for a moment.

She no longer had a daughter, so what if the child in front of her was her daughter?

"If she hadn't been so useless, my husband wouldn't have died, and I wouldn't be in this state. She's dead, leaving behind a stain on our Yan family..."

Every word she uttered was filled with genuine resentment, which Yan Yun couldn't understand. Why would his mother think it was his fault?

It was Zheng Jihua who brought the concubine into the household. Following her mother's instructions, she served her husband diligently in the Zheng household, but what did she get in return? She was trampled and killed like a piece of grass.

Why do I feel it's my fault?

What did she do wrong?

Yan Yun spoke clearly, each word like a knife stabbing Yan Yun: "If she had obediently coaxed the young master of the Zheng family, the Zheng family wouldn't have turned a blind eye to the Yan family's plight. If she hadn't done anything wrong, why would the Zheng family not want her?"

Yan's mother also blurted out everything in a daze.

Thinking of her husband's death and the Zheng family's opportunistic betrayal, she naturally felt that the daughter she had given birth to was worse than none at all.

Thinking of this, her gaze toward Yan Yun turned cruel.

The slight tenderness I felt for the child just moments before vanished in an instant.

"Since you say you are her, then you can die with your mother."

Mother Yan reached out and grabbed Yan Yun by the neck. She vented all her resentment on the child in front of her. She didn't care who sent her. Since she couldn't live, it would be better if the child died too.

To Yan Yun's surprise, her mother really wanted to strangle her.

The feeling of suffocation left her mind blank, and even the grotesque figures in front of her seemed blurry.

She could no longer bring herself to say the word "mother".

The hairpin she held in her hand no longer aimed at the old man with the same determination she had before, but at her own mother. She stopped, as if accepting that she would die in the same way again, and ceased her struggle.

Looking into those eyes that were staring at her, Yan's mother saw that the clear eyes did not have the innocence that a child should have; they were like chalk.

She felt even more mocked.

A sweet, metallic taste rushed out of his mouth and sprayed all over Yan Yun's face.

She let go, her body swayed, and she fell heavily to the ground.

Yan Yun took another breath, not feeling relieved, but crying helplessly. The more naive she had been, the more desperate she felt now.

The Yan family was truly gone. Madam Yan had collapsed to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably, the gushing blood unstoppable, and her eyes gradually losing their luster.

Yan Yun got up and tried to help her up.

The mother spoke her last words, her voice trembling.

"The Yan family has fallen, fallen because of Yan Yun..."