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

Yan Yun looked at her. Because the maids didn't bring her medicine and food on time, she couldn't even say a word now. How could she possibly try to take the child from her?

They might not even survive until next spring.

Yan Yun wanted to see the spring buds next year, so he turned his head away from his concubine's words and didn't want to look at her.

But the concubine didn't think so; she placed the silk handkerchief in her hand on Yan Yun's face.

"It's a pity that you're still alive in this world looking like a ghost or a monster. You might as well go. Remember next time, you should be reborn into a wealthy family."

A white stain fell onto Yan Yun's face.

She wanted to end her life.

But when the concubine poured something like water through the silk into her mouth, the bitter taste instantly brought her back to her senses. She should live; why should she die?

A strong will to survive was telling her that she didn't want to die.

Yan Yun opened her mouth and struggled, trying to cry out, because there were people outside who would help her.

She tried to move from side to side, but the concubine held her chin tightly. The concubine was much stronger than she was, many times stronger than the weak woman.

"Stop struggling, just die quietly."

Yan Yun used all his strength but only managed to scratch her hand.

The concubine didn't care at all; the pain was nothing to her. She tightened her grip, preventing him from moving, until the poison, which could take effect immediately, was completely passed through the handkerchief and into Yan Yun's mouth.

The concubine smiled, a genuine smile from the heart.

She removed the silk handkerchief and placed herself in the position of the principal wife.

"Rest in peace. I will give you a grand funeral."

After saying that, he wrapped the small porcelain bottle in a handkerchief and left the room.

Yan Yun's head drooped, his face ashen as he looked out the door, and he stopped breathing completely after hearing that familiar male voice.

"died?"

"Yes, completely dead."

There were so many people like Yan Yun who died in the struggles within the mansion that Yan Yun felt as if he had just died an ordinary death.

When she finally reached the point of looking back on her life, she could recall very few memories.

Parents, marriage, Zheng Jihua.

No more.

That's all.

Anger, hatred.

Even if you feel resentful when you die, you are powerless to change anything.

She felt pathetic; she was clearly following the path that people approved of, yet she still ended up in this state.

She couldn't close her eyes until she died.

December of the last year of Changgu City.

The snow fell intermittently until the following spring.

Yan Yun ultimately couldn't make it through.

Compared to her funeral.

The Zheng family was even happier that their newly acquired concubine became pregnant.

A happy occasion versus a funeral, but the funeral was handled leniently. Servants carried Yan Yun to the mortuary, where her life came to an end.

Because the concubine was pregnant, the old lady granted the concubine's request.

The principal wife, Yan Yun, had no children, so she was not buried in the Zheng family's cemetery.

As for the position of the principal wife, a concubine can be included in the family genealogy as long as she gives birth to the first son of the Zheng family.

So poor Yan Yun, no one in the Zheng family remembers her.

Some people wonder, do past lives really exist?

presence.

At least Yan Yun knew.

With her face pushed open, she was forced to open her eyes. The first thing she saw was Zheng Jihua's face. With that face right in front of her, Yan Yun felt a surge of resentment.

That concubine killed him and still dares to show her face in front of him.

Yan Yun raised his hand, wishing he could gouge Zheng Jihua's eyes out.

But when she saw the smile on Zheng Jihua's face, she felt strange. Even after their marriage, Zheng Jihua had never smiled at her like that. Did he feel like he had come back to life? So he was crying tears of joy?

Even Yan Yun himself didn't believe what he said.

Her hand, which was gripping Zheng Jihua's face tightly, felt neither pain nor itch.

Zheng Jihua was still smiling as he touched her cheek.

"Father's little girl."

Yan Yun's pupils dilated in shock. Had Zheng Jihua gone mad?

Daddy?

Shameless bastard, what are you talking about, calling me "father"?

She tightened her grip, but she couldn't do anything to Zheng Jihua, who was still holding her hand in his, the warmth of which was transmitted from his palm to hers.

Yan Yun felt utterly disgusted.

How could there be such a man?

Her eyes widened.

The maidservant who was waiting nearby spoke up.

"Master, Miss, you seem unhappy."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jihua looked at the baby in the swaddling clothes. The baby looked so energetic. How could she not be happy?

He immediately put on a stern face and said to the maid, "What do you know, you're just a maid?"

After saying that, he changed his expression and reached out to grasp Yan Yun's face.

He still showed no anger whatsoever.

"My little darling is full of energy."

For nearly 20 years, all Yan Yun saw was Zheng Jihua's sour face.

But now, this face is beaming from ear to ear; how can she believe this transformation?

She parted her lips slightly, wanting to interrogate Zheng Jihua about the fact that he had killed her.

Zheng Jihua released Yan Yun.

"Huan'er."

These two words struck my heart like a boulder; they were the name of that concubine.

Yan Yun looked around again, and the surroundings were not unfamiliar.

This was her old room, but now it belonged to someone else. Questions kept popping up in her mind, first about Zheng Jihua's change in attitude towards her, and then about where she was now.

Zheng Jihua gave instructions to the nanny standing beside her.

"Quickly bring her over here so that the madam can see her."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of giant hands descended from the sky and picked up Yan Yun.

Yan Yun hadn't noticed the changes in himself before, but now, looking at the nanny's hands...

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck, and a vague idea formed in my mind.

When the old woman carried her forward, the woman whom Zheng Jihua called Huan'er, and who had even fed her poison in the side room, was now lying on the bed. Although she looked weak, her lips were very red, unlike a normal red.

Yan Yun forced himself to stay awake and told himself that the world couldn't be so absurd, that this was a dream.

But it felt so real in my dream.

Yan Yun was carried by the nanny and placed next to Huan'er.

Zheng Jihua watched from the side, her eyes filled with tenderness.

"Your eyebrows and eyes resemble yours."

The concubine had a bright smile on her face, and Zheng Jihua beside her also had a smile on his face.

That kind face was completely different from the face that had wanted to kill him earlier.

The concubine glanced at Yan Yun.

Everyone thought it was a boy, but it turned out to be a girl. The concubine was worried and felt she had to try her best to give birth to a son.

Zheng Jihua held her hand.

"She is the first child in our Zheng family, and I will definitely give her a princess-like life."

Zheng Jihua made such promises to his concubine in front of everyone in the room.

The concubine's face instantly radiated happiness.

So what if she was once a concubine? She still became the master's legal wife.

As for that short-lived Yan Yun, he's probably just a skeleton now.

She reached out and grabbed Zheng Jihua's hand, saying that she would have another child with him as soon as she finished her postpartum confinement.

Having many children brings many blessings; that was her plan.

If it weren't for the unfortunate Yan Yun, their deep affection and contentment would have been just ordinary gossip.

But Yan Yun died at the hands of these two men.

And she also wanted to understand what things were like now.

How ridiculous.

People often talk about past lives and present lives.

She died at the hands of these two men in her past life, and was born here again in this life, becoming their daughter.

Yan Yun closed his eyes in pain.

Zheng Jihua, who was standing to the side, raised a finger to his concubine to indicate that the child was asleep.

The concubine had Yan Yun taken away by the nanny.

He wanted to talk to Zheng Jihua.

But as soon as the old woman took Yan Yun away, Zheng Jihua said to the concubine, "Your body is too weak, you need to take good care of yourself. I'll have a servant bring you some chicken soup."

After saying that, he had someone push him out.

The concubine tried to keep Zheng Jihua several times, but failed.

She had just given birth.

Looking at the maids following Zheng Jihua, and considering her own background, she not only overthought things, but also felt that something was bound to happen.

Her slender fingers gripped the blanket with all her might, and the pitiful look on her face was gone.

Yan Yun has many things she wants to do.

When the nanny carried me into the specially made crib, I thought about many things.

She didn't know how to explain this situation, the cause and effect, or the inescapable cycle of reincarnation.

She became the daughter of Zheng Jihua and his concubine. What should she do? What could she do? What could a newborn baby do to make Zheng Jihua and the others understand the excruciating pain she felt before her death?