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

Her mind raced, but soon she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

No one could have imagined that the newborn child in the Zheng family was Yan Yun.

The day of the full moon celebration.

Those who were on good terms with the Zheng family all came.

Yan Yun was in the backyard, where she was tormented by the nanny for an hour, her little face covered in red paint.

The concubine clearly didn't care much about this daughter, leaving most of the tasks to the nanny and even hiring a wet nurse.

It wasn't that the concubine was unwilling, but that Yan Yun was unwilling and wouldn't speak.

The concubine was so angry that she left because her own child wouldn't eat.

The nanny was soothing the concubine, who was also not eating much. Since the concubine wasn't eating, the mistress was able to maintain her figure.

The concubine felt that the old nanny had given her some advice, so she focused her attention on today's full moon banquet.

Yan Yun never saw his parents before he died. Perhaps they didn't know he was dead. If they did, would they be heartbroken?

Yan Yun felt sad.

Her small face looked very forlorn.

The concubine glanced back and saw Yan Yun's expression. The worry on his face was completely out of place with the child. After all, the child was his own, but this expression made the concubine feel uncomfortable.

Yes.

I just feel uncomfortable.

She felt uncomfortable when she had this feeling. She had carried the child for ten months and gone through life and death to give birth to the child, but she still felt uneasy.

The concubine sighed and spoke to the old nanny.

"Get her something to cheer her up; this face doesn't look appealing."

Yan Yun heard these words clearly.

The nanny was still thinking of covering the child's ears, "Madam, the child can hear everything."

The concubine adjusted her breathing.

"Just pretend I didn't say that."

Yan Yun happily played with the small wooden drum that the nanny had placed in her hand. As an adult trapped in the body of an infant, she did need something to distract her, such as this little thing.

Zheng Jihua came to pick up Yan Yun.

The concubine thought he had come to see her, but when he came in, he asked the nanny to bring her the child.

"master."

Zheng Jihua couldn't explain why he loved this child so much and wanted to give her all his love. His joy at becoming a father for the first time was completely filled by this child.

Today is the full moon celebration.

Zheng Jihua invited the most renowned old gentleman in Changgu City to write an inscription, and Yan Yun could choose the one to write.

He had just taken Yan Yun from her, intending to tease her a little, but before he could even speak, he was hit in the nose by the small wooden drum in her hand.

The crisp, loud sound startled everyone inside.

"master."

"master!!"

The concubine hurriedly got up, snatched the child from the nanny and placed it in her hands, then quickly checked if Zheng Jihua was injured anywhere.

Yan Yun felt relieved to see Zheng Jihua still smiling nonchalantly; this toy was really handy.

Zheng Jihua must be in pain, but there are so many people watching.

"How much strength can a child have?"

The concubine's worries were genuine: "But my lord's body is so precious, I would be very sad if he were to get injured."

Zheng Jihua was still happy; her daughter's good health was the best thing.

"Don't startle her. Today is a happy day, so don't be sad. Let's get ready to go out."

Zheng Jihua had someone push him out.

Wait until he leaves.

The concubine threw another tantrum.

She accused the nanny of not keeping a closer eye on the child, saying that the child was so young and had already hurt the master, what would happen to him in the future?

The nanny quickly admitted her mistake and promised it wouldn't happen again.

Only Yan Yun knew that this wouldn't be the only time; there would be countless more.

The full moon celebration for Miss Zheng was a lively affair.

The lame young master of the Zheng family had become a father, and people who wanted to see the spectacle crowded outside the Zheng mansion, making it impossible to pass.

The people from the Yan family had not been invited, but they had heard the news and assumed it was because their daughter had given birth, so they specially sent someone to deliver congratulatory gifts.

Unfortunately, the person who came to deliver the gift was not even able to enter the Zheng residence before being informed that Yan Yun had died.

As for the body, it's currently at the mortuary. If the Yan family wants to take her home, they should go to the mortuary; the Zheng family has agreed to let them take her body back.

The messenger was startled.

Putting aside the question of how a perfectly healthy person could just suddenly pass away, how could someone bring her back to the Yan residence? Miss Yan and the young master of the Zheng family have been married for almost ten years, and Miss Yan is already a member of the Zheng family. If she were to die, she should be buried in the Zheng family's cemetery. Why would someone bring her back? What mistake did she make?

The messenger dared not delay and immediately returned to the Yan family to deliver the message.

Mrs. Yan went from shock to denial.

My daughter has been healthy since she was a child, and I've never even seen a doctor. How could she have died?

"Nonsense, utter nonsense!"

Madam Yan, in a fit of anger, threw the cup away.

An elderly man standing nearby advised, "Madam, you shouldn't get angry."

Madam Yan glared at her fiercely, but she couldn't help coughing.

The old man knew that Madam Yan was aware of their current situation.

The Yan family at this time was no longer as powerful as it once was.

Because they offended the newly arrived city lord.

It's getting worse every day.

Even the messenger, upon hearing the news of Yan Yun's death, felt that it was no longer possible to remain in the Yan family.

Originally, I thought Yan Yun was the only connection I could make with the Zheng family, but now that he's dead and his body is still in the mortuary, we have no connection at all.

Taking advantage of Madam Yan's anger, he secretly slipped away to pack his things and left the Yan family without hesitation.

Even servants who have signed indentures can leave at any time, so the Yan family's situation is more difficult than imagined.

Madam Yan originally wanted to solidify the Yan family's position by relying on Yan Yun's marriage to the Zheng family.

However, after their daughter married into the Zheng family, the Zheng family did not help Yan Yun at all, and they could not bring their married daughter back no matter what they did.

Madam Yan looked at her husband lying on the armchair. Upon hearing the news of her daughter's death, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

In her panic, Madam Yan immediately sent someone out to find a doctor.

But there were no servants around.

Madam Yan felt dizzy and as if she had fallen into a dead end.

"master."

With his eyes slightly open, Yan Wen held on to his last breath, grabbed his wife's hand, and shook his head.

"Her body must not be collected!"

Accepting their offer would mean admitting they were wrong, and Yan Wenjue would not allow that!

Madam Yan wanted to say something more.

But the hand that slipped down was another piece of bad news.

At the Zheng residence.

The distinguished gentleman invited by Zheng Jihua sat at the main table.

Celebrities and literary figures gathered around.

Wait for the first firecracker to boom through the sky.

The concubine also appeared, carrying Yan Yun.

Yan Yun's gaze swept over the people present, unlike those who were just watching the spectacle.

She had never experienced such a scene before, not even her own wedding, and she felt no joy.

The concubine held Yan Yun as she sat in the position of the principal wife in the Zheng household.

Similarly, she had never witnessed such a scene before.

The banquet table was laden with all sorts of dazzling items, and Yan Yunke didn't think the Zheng family could be so extravagant.

She was still thinking about these things.

Zheng Jihua took him from the concubine.

He held Yan Yunxiang's guests and said, "I originally thought that I, Zheng Jihua, would be alone and miserable for the rest of my life, but I never expected that my wife would give birth to our first child."

He reached out and took his concubine's hand. At that moment, he felt that he was not the lame Zheng Jihua, but the spirited head of the Zheng family.

He continued his boastful remarks.

"We will have a second and a third child soon, but this first child is of great significance to us, so I would like to ask Mr. Wen Moyan to nominate my child."

That phrase, "Mr. Da".

It was a grand affair, but it was also a genuine expression of emotion.

The master also took the opportunity to put on airs.

For this kind of occasion.

They will accept whatever I suggest, good or bad, but since so many people are here...

The old gentleman smiled and said, "Then let this little girl decide for herself what her handwriting is like?"

The master carefully examined Zheng Jihua and the concubine's faces before looking at the child's features.

He immediately took out four sheets of Xuan paper and wrote a few words on each one.

It was placed into the tray carried by the maid.

"Take this to Miss Zheng and see which word she grasps."

The eldest gentleman did it; it's the same as drawing lots.

The old man had seen quite a few people. Looking at the child's face, he knew it was definitely an infant, but he couldn't quite put his finger on whether the child's eyes showed a maturity beyond their years or something else entirely.

The old man didn't say it explicitly, but he found it interesting.

Yan Yun readily reached out and grabbed the note.

When the maidservant took the note and handed it to the master, the word "banquet" was clearly written on it.

“Zheng Yan”.

Zheng Jihua frowned, immediately feeling somewhat displeased. How did this banquet come about?

The master said that "banquet" is indeed "banquet," and that the young lady herself chose the word.