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

She straightened up and looked at the other person.

In her eyes, the other person's expressionless face showed contempt for her.

The concubine did not try to rush in again.

The old woman looked at the maid whose ear had been bitten off without feeling the slightest pity.

Those who act like scoundrels must bear the wrath of their masters.

Seeing that she had calmed down.

The old woman stepped forward and took her hand.

"Madam, please go back to your courtyard. Everything has been arranged, so you don't need to worry."

The concubine shook off the nanny's hand, still angry with her.

She glanced at the maid on the ground: "Go and serve me in my courtyard."

The maid was sobbing uncontrollably and had no interest in listening.

The maids around her exchanged glances, all feeling sorry for the girl's life.

After the concubine made a scene, she glanced at the man and calmed down completely.

She returned to the courtyard with the old woman and ordered someone to prepare hot water for her bath. She was so quiet that no one could tell that she had just bitten off someone's ear.

Zheng Jihua was aware of what had happened in the backyard.

The two would meet sooner or later, and everything was going according to plan, so they weren't worried.

"My lord, a young master has said he wishes to meet you."

Does it look familiar?

The servant thought for a moment and shook his head: "You look unfamiliar. This is my first time visiting your residence."

Is this your first time visiting my home?

Zheng Jihua pondered for a moment, but still couldn't guess who it was.

"Let him in first."

When the servants brought the person in and Zheng Jihua saw that face, he instinctively stood up. "So it's..."

Although the mansion was oppressive, some people still made noises.

Yan Yun still managed to hear the whispers around him.

Yan Yun naturally learned that the concubine had bitten off the maid's ear.

Yan Yun wasn't surprised that she could do this.

Rather than worrying about her news, Yan Yun's most important task right now is to get well.

Yan Yun took off his clothes to look at the wound. Although he didn't want to die, he had been a bit too rough, and the wound still felt like it was burning.

Although Zheng Jihua's mind was on Xiang'er, he also cared about Yan Yun and sent her many gifts.

However, the medications clashed, and the maids used too many different kinds, so it didn't work.

Yan Yun tidied up and prepared to go to sleep.

The maids inside had just finished packing up and left.

A faint sound came from above.

Yan Yun opened his eyes, turned over, and looked up at the direction above his head.

While the Zheng residence was still on high alert.

Jingyue still came.

Yan Yun was also taken aback when he saw him.

She reached out to grab the cloak beside her.

Jing Yue had already landed from the roof beam in front of Yan Yun's bed.

He still covered his face.

He stood before me.

Yan Yun reached out to pull on the cloak, but was grabbed by him.

His hands were unusually cold, so cold that Yan Yun immediately tried to pull them back.

As soon as she moved, Jing Yue tightened his grip, looking at Yan Yun and coldly questioning, "Why did you hurt yourself?"

Faced with his questioning, Yan Yun was unimpressed; at that moment, she only thought it was the fastest way.

Before she could answer, Jing Yue gripped her hand even tighter, "What if you die?"

Yan Yun winced in pain as he exerted himself, and she said coldly, "You're hurting me."

Jing Yue didn't let go just because she said it hurt. He just wanted to ask her where she learned to act so recklessly. And what would happen if she died?

"I'm asking you, what if you fail?"

Yan Yun's rebuttal was completely meaningless.

The person in front of me just wants an answer.

Yan Yun looked at him and asked him the answer he wanted.

What if you die?

If she dies, that's the only place she can go. If she dies, Zheng Jihua will regret it for the rest of his life.

She couldn't think of anything else.

Faced with her defiant reply.

Jing was about to speak again.

But I don't know how to bring it up.

Yan Yun pulled his hand back forcefully.

She rubbed her wrist and looked at Jing Yue.

"I don't feel like I'm helping you."

She made her own choice.

Jingyue looked at the hand that had slipped from his grasp and felt a sense of powerlessness.

He knew that his visit was too hasty, but if he didn't come to see for himself, he would feel a sense of emptiness in his heart.

"If there's a next time, you won't have to hurt yourself like this."

As he spoke, the image of that night flashed through his mind again—the scene of her raising her hand to stab herself.

His eyes darkened slightly as he noticed Yan Yun's thin inner garment. She was about to lie down and rest, and he felt he had been presumptuous in this situation.

He turned away.

Yan Yun found it rather strange. Why did they come here just to question him?

Compared to his nonsensical question.

Yan Yun was more interested in knowing something else.

Why did you take that child away?

Jingyue noticed that she didn't react to his question with any emotion; instead, she asked him a question in return.

Does she really not care?

He knew she was different from others, but having experienced it firsthand, he didn't know how to express it.

Regarding Yan Yun's question.

Jing Yue did not reveal everything; he remained mysterious.

"I just feel sorry for that child."

Yan Yun glanced at him again when he heard him say that.

It wasn't that I was impressed, but rather that I instinctively felt his answer was insincere.

He wouldn't tell her the truth, and Yan Yun didn't want to say anything more. She also didn't intend to tell him about her desire to get that woman to leave the Zheng residence so he could help her.

They both understood each other somewhat.

Silence fell between the two of them again.

Jing Yue remained silent, and Yan Yun also prepared to rest.

She wanted to pull the covers over herself and lie down, but Jing Yue was still there.

She looked back.

Jingyue approached silently.

Yan Yun was slightly taken aback.

Jing met her gaze, then looked away.

He placed the items he had brought on Yan Yun's quilt.

"Applying this to the wound will help it heal faster."

He put down his things, stood up, and turned his back to Yan Yun: "Get some rest."

There was a sense of helplessness in his tone.

He came and left. Yan Yun sat up abruptly. She looked at his departing figure, knowing she couldn't catch up, so she didn't chase after him.

Jingyue left Yanyun's room a short distance away.

The wind rustled from all around.

Jing stopped in his tracks.

He looked up at the figure standing not far away.

Zheng Jihua had a sinister look on his face. Even though he was partially shrouded in the night, the murderous intent emanating from his body was still clearly felt by those around him.

In that instant, everyone who had been hiding everywhere suddenly appeared.

Zheng Jihua took two steps forward, and his attendant brought out a lantern.

A soft red light fell on his face, and his lips twitched slightly. The people surrounding Jing Yue swarmed around him.

"Just keep him hanging on by a thread."

Having received the order, everyone around Jing Yue stared intently at him.

Zheng Jihua, hiding behind the crowd, already felt that his arrangements were foolproof.

Since he would come to take that bastard child away, he would naturally come back. It's just that I didn't expect that the people I had ambushed with Xiang'er didn't receive any news. But so what? It's the same here.

Yan Yun looked at the medicine bottle left by Jing Yue and placed it aside.

Now that Jing Yue had left, Yan Yun turned over and lay down to rest. She closed her eyes, but couldn't fall asleep. She still hadn't figured out how to take him away from the mansion.

After thinking it over, I decided to try going to the black market again.

Yan Yun thought to himself that it would be best to find an opportunity to leave the mansion.

That's perfect, Sima Yue sent someone to invite Yun to go boating on the lake together.