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

Zheng Jihua immediately grasped the hand of the person beside him and said tenderly, "Madam."

We only ever see the new people laughing, never the old ones crying.

Tears immediately streamed down the concubine's face.

Yan Yun stood aside, taking in everyone's expressions. After a surge of pleasure, he also felt a sense of sorrow.

Men are fickle, and women are foolish!

Such a sight is always jarring to the eye.

The concubine forced a smile and greeted Zheng Jihua with, "Congratulations, Your Excellency."

Her tears were still wet on her face, and Zheng Jihua didn't even hear her congratulations. He just looked at her standing in front of him and said, "Go sit down."

Since you're here, take a seat. He had already restrained himself from getting angry as he stood in front of him.

The maidservant stepped forward to help the concubine: "Come, Madam, come this way."

The matchmaker immediately said, "My lord, let us bow to heaven and earth."

Zheng Jihua gripped the hand of the person next to him, ready to go, but the person next to him did not move.

The matchmaker whispered a reminder from the side: "Madam."

Zheng Jihua raised his hand to indicate that the matchmaker didn't need to speak: "Just continue."

The matchmaker, observing the expression, immediately understood: "Bowing to the parents twice."

Even if she doesn't do anything, it's fine. Zheng Jihua is patient. As long as she doesn't make a fuss, that means she agrees.

Before the third round was even over, the person in front of him could no longer bear it and lunged at Zheng Jihua.

Everyone around assumed it was an accident.

Zheng Jihua's face went from excitement to surprise, and then to pain.

He raised his hand and yanked off the bridal veil of the person in front of him. The face that appeared was that of the maid who had bumped into Yan Yun.

The old lady did not react when she saw the face, because she did not remember the woman's face and now she only thought she was plain-looking.

It was the matchmaker standing beside her who, upon seeing the prop in the person's hand, exclaimed in alarm, "She...she has a knife!"

Yu'er, in her frenzy, tried to run towards Zheng Jihua, but the servants around her reacted and immediately grabbed her. One of them swiftly knocked the knife out of her hand.

The old lady was no longer calm and composed. She looked at the woman in front of her. Regardless of whether she was the person Hua'er liked, she could not be allowed to live if she hurt Hua'er.

"Guards, break her hand first."

Those standing nearby looked at Zheng Jihua, knowing that he was the one in charge of the mansion.

If Zheng Jihua doesn't speak up, they won't dare to make a move.

Zheng Jihua looked at the person in front of her and questioned, "Where is she?"

Upon hearing this, those around him realized that this person was not right.

Yu'er was not afraid at all. Instead, she laughed loudly: "She has already gone to join my brother. I will kill her first, and then I will kill you. If I fail to kill you, she will accompany me on my journey to the Yellow Springs."

Zheng Jihua clutched his chest.

The old lady was even more furious to see that this woman could be so arrogant even after injuring someone.

"Break her arms and legs first."

The servants around her immediately took action, delivering a powerful elbow strike to the back of Yu'er's arm.

"what."

Yu'er let out a pitiful scream, then burst into laughter again.

She glared at Zheng Jihua: "It's a pity you won't die."

Listening to her incessant cursing.

The old lady stood up and went towards Zheng Jihua, angrily saying to Yu'er, "Someone, slap her hard in the face and shut her up."

She strode towards Zheng Jihua and shoved aside the concubine who was already protecting him.

"Go away."

She supported Zheng Jihua's back and looked at the servants beside her.

"Madam, we have already gone to fetch a doctor."

When Yan Yun recalled the woman's resolute decision, he wasn't surprised to see the person in front of him.

Seeing Zheng Jihua bleeding profusely, the concubine panicked and began shouting, "Where is the doctor?"

The old lady felt annoyed by the concubine's voice, but her worry remained just as strong.

Zheng Jihua pressed his hand against his wound.

The old lady looked at him with concern: "Hua'er, the doctor will be here soon."

She turned her head to look behind her.

"Where's the doctor?"

"They're here, the doctor has arrived."

Yan Yun watched the doctor pass by. Because of him, there were quite a few doctors in the manor.

The doctor put down his medicine box. Since Yan Yun had also been injured before, he was much more skilled at it.

Upon seeing the doctor appear, Yu'er couldn't help but curse angrily, "Zheng Jihua, you will definitely die a horrible death!"

The concubine couldn't listen any longer. She picked up a knife from the ground and rushed towards Yu'er. She slashed Yu'er's lips with the knife, her face contorted with rage: "You won't live either."

The people around them instinctively turned their heads away.

Even Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.

She didn't see the concubine's movements, but suddenly felt a weight on her chest. She opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her.

Xiang'er looked at Yan Yun anxiously: "Miss, please."

Yan Yun reached out and took the child from her, and she rushed towards the concubine.

Just then, the concubine swung her knife downwards.

She reached out to block the knife that was aimed at Yu'er.

"Xiang'er!"

Zheng Jihua reacted faster than anyone else. He was sitting on the ground, but he stood up instantly and grabbed Xiang'er's hand.

The concubine was more worried about Zheng Jihua than anyone else.

"grown ups."

He stood up to protect the woman after seeing Zheng Jihua injured.

The concubine felt distressed, but even more so, she was worried.

"My lord, your wound."

Zheng Jihua didn't even respond to his concubine. Looking at the injured hand of the person in front of him, he felt heartache and turned to look at the doctor standing to the side.

"come over."

The doctor immediately went to treat her.

He whispered a reminder to Zheng Jihua: "Sir, you can't move around right now."

"Stop talking nonsense, look at my wife's injuries first."

The doctor was just about to begin treatment.

Xiang'er pulled her hand back from Zheng Jihua's grasp.

"Let her go."

She was naturally referring to Yu'er.

Zheng Jihua did not agree.

"She wants to harm you."

"That's because of you."

With hatred in her eyes, Xiang'er resolutely pulled her hand away from Zheng Jihua's grasp. She took off her pearl hairpin from her head and held it to her neck.

"If you hurt her again, I will die right here in front of you."

Zheng Jihua's face, which was already somewhat pale, looked even more haggard.

Looking at the person in front of him, he couldn't bear to say a harsh word: "Xiang'er, I'll let her go."

Zheng Jihua raised his hand, signaling for someone to release Yu'er.

Seeing how easily Zheng Jihua had manipulated her, and looking at the woman, the old lady was filled with disgust.

"Hua'er!"

It's not like he's his own son to be so controlled by a woman.

Yu'er was released by the servants, but her injured hands and mouth made it impossible for her to stand up straight. She collapsed to the ground, her lips opening and closing, spitting out blood and foam.

Xiang'er felt sorry for her when she saw her like this.

"I'm sorry for you."

Zheng Jihua seized the opportunity to snatch the hairpin from her hand.

Xiang'er sensed the force and immediately stabbed it into her own neck.

Yu'er hadn't left yet, so she was naturally worried that Zheng Jihua might change his mind.

Zheng Jihua blocked her hairpin with his palm, and the stab went right through him.

When the old lady saw this, she couldn't hold back any longer and slapped Xiang'er across the face: "You troublemaker!"

Xiang'er was caught off guard by the slap and had no idea that Zheng Jihua was coming.

Zheng Ji gripped the hairpin tightly and threw it aside.

"Xiang'er, why are you so heartless to me?"

Hearing these sanctimonious words, Yu'er stood up from the ground and rushed towards Zheng Jihua. She was thin and weak, and she was not tall enough to bite Zheng Jihua's neck, so she bit Zheng Jihua's calf instead.

Zheng Jihua winced in pain, but he didn't kick the person away. He looked at the person in front of him, wanting only an answer.

"Xiang'er, why are you treating me like this?"

The old lady beside her raised her hand in anger, but instead of hitting Xiang'er, she turned to Zheng Jihua and said, "For a woman, you would do this?!"