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

Zheng Jihua's face was gloomy. "Since I brought her to Yuanjing, she can go out freely, whether it's the academy or anywhere else. As long as Ning'er is willing to go, I will definitely let her go."

Zheng Jihua left after saying those words.

The concubine stood there blankly to the side, not coming to her senses for a long time.

The old nanny sighed. "The concubine suggested that the master come to the mansion. Isn't that contrary to the master's idea? I only gave him a slight reminder, and he made such a mistake."

"Madam, you've become confused..."

Before the nanny could finish speaking, the concubine burst into tears. She probably felt wronged because Zheng Jihua was criticizing her, and even the nanny was criticizing her. Why did everyone feel that it was her fault?

If a child can't speak, won't they become a laughingstock when they go out into the world? People will definitely talk about the adults behind their backs.

Upon hearing Zheng Jihua leave, Yan Yun pulled back the covers, grabbed a relatively soft pillow, and threw it directly at the weeping concubine.

The concubine was already somewhat saddened by what the nanny and Zheng Jihua had said, and then she was suddenly hit by a pillow thrown by Yan Yun. She was still crying and her face showed disbelief.

She turned her head and saw Yan Yun sitting on the bed. He looked just like the person in her mind. She pointed at Yan Yun with trembling fingers.

"Granny, please, please take another look."

The old woman looked at the teenage girl on the bed and thought to herself, "She actually threw a pillow at her own mother."

There are no rules anymore!!

The nanny immediately blamed the old lady for Yan Yun's unruly behavior, saying that it was because the old lady was taking care of Yan Yun that he behaved so badly.

Fortunately, she's now by my side, so I'll have to properly guide her on the rules.

Because there are examples right in front of us. Even though the concubine became the wife, she was still very polite to me because I am her mother. As for Zheng Ning'er, her granddaughter, she should be even more obedient.

The old woman stepped forward, ready to seek justice for the concubine.

She naturally wouldn't use her status as the maternal grandmother to pressure her, but her words were loaded with meaning: "Miss, that's your mother. Did the old lady teach you to treat your mother like this?"

Yan Yun glared at her fiercely; if she had a pillow in her hand, she would have thrown it at her without hesitation.

Seeing that she showed no remorse whatsoever, the nanny reached out to grab Yan Yun. In truth, she wouldn't actually lay a hand on Yan Yun, since Yan Yun was now the most beloved darling of the adults.

Moreover, she understood very well that adults could never compare to children, not even concubines who had given birth to them.

She just wanted to scare the girl.

Otherwise, how will the concubine get along with her in the future?

She grabbed Yan Yun's hand.

Yan Yun grabbed her arm and bit it hard.

She used to bully me because of her status as an elder. Even though she was just a nanny, she always bossed me around and told me how to behave in the Zheng family and how to get from here to there.

She said that the rules she learned at the Yan family mansion were completely wrong, and told Yan Yun about the rules of the Zheng family mansion. Yan Yun later realized that what she was talking about were the rules of the Zheng family mansion, which were all the rules of the servants.

Yan Yun, who was once virtuous and kind, wanted to show them her good qualities. Looking back now, she realizes how foolish she was to believe that old woman.

Having died and been reborn, she still dares to point fingers at me, and she speaks even more forcefully.

The old woman screamed in pain as it bit her.

Everything happened so fast that the old woman didn't even have time to react. Her angry face turned into terror, followed by pain, a piercing agony.

She cried out in anguish, "Quickly! Let go, you little brat!"

Upon hearing the old woman's cries for help, the concubine immediately stood up from the ground. She looked at Yan Yun, who was biting the old woman's hand, and blood was dripping from it.

Her hands trembled as she grabbed Yan Yun's arm, tears streaming down her face. She stammered as she spoke, managing only a few words to form a complete sentence: "Are you... are you still my Ning'er?"

Yan Yun exerted even more force.

The old woman cried out in pain, but she couldn't use her other hand to hit Yan Yun.

Yan Yun ignored her panicked cries. She was determined to teach the old woman a lesson. Her pent-up resentment gathered into all her strength, and she bit down on her and wouldn't let go.

The concubine tried to push Yan Yun's face, but it wouldn't budge. She could only shout at the maids outside, "Guards! Guards! Are you all dead? Get in here right now!"

The maid who came in immediately went to help Yan Yun, and together they pulled the old woman's hand out of her mouth.

Yan Yun didn't bother to pretend anymore. After letting go of his mouth, he raised his thumb and wiped away the blood with his finger.

The movements looked fierce, not at all like a child's.

The old woman's hand was still bleeding. The concubine lifted the old woman's hand and addressed Yan Yun, "How dare you?"

Yan Yun smiled, gave his concubine a cold snort, and rolled his eyes.

She stared at the old woman, thinking that if she dared to point fingers at her again, next time it wouldn't be her hand that got bitten.

The old woman felt a tightness in her chest and stopped the concubine.

"Madam, I'm alright."

"You're bleeding, and you're still okay?"

Seeing the injury on the old woman's hand, the concubine immediately ordered her maid, "Quickly, fetch a doctor."

The maids scattered.

The concubine didn't want to see Yan Yun again. She took this opportunity to leave with her maid.

Yan Yun walked to the breakfast that Zheng Jihua had prepared for him, raised his hand and tapped the table. The maid immediately came over to set out the bowls and chopsticks.

They were from the young lady's courtyard, and they knew her situation very well. Zheng Jihua had already instructed them that even if the concubines and the young lady had a dispute, the young lady should take precedence. This was something that had to be done before the master assigned them to the young lady.

The maids made the arrangements very quickly.

Yan Yun looked at the exquisite side dishes, even the porridge was cooked with various ingredients.

The maidservant said from the side, "These were all prepared by the master himself."

Yan Yun picked up the bowl and tasted it. In reality, it was just an ordinary taste, and there was nothing different about it just because he made it himself.

In the past, the old lady always said that the cook's dishes did not suit Zheng Jihua's taste, so every time before the meal was served, she would ask Yan Yun to make a separate portion for him.

It seems she wasn't a professional cook; even with all her effort, she didn't manage to eat everything.

It seems he was just looking for an opportunity to torment himself.

Yan Yun took two bites and then pushed the food away.

The maid guessed that he didn't like the food, and immediately said, "The cook has prepared something else, she'll send it over right away."

Yan Yun looked at the writing implements on the desk, got up and sat down, and the maid immediately helped him grind the ink.

Yan Yun wrote a letter to Zheng Jihua, because she had chosen to remain silent, and now she could only convey her message through writing.

The things that need to be done can be clearly written on the Xuan paper. Yan Yun wrote on the paper that she wanted her mother to prepare breakfast for her by hand.