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

Hearing Yan Yun's piercing words, the woman clenched her teeth, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Because what Yan Yun said did indeed expose what she thought was her last comfort before death.

The thought that Shi Yunjun, that bastard, could still live to be a hundred years old filled her with resentment. But in her current state, how could she possibly take revenge?

She hated it too.

Jingyue, who was listening to Yan Yun's startling and provocative words, whispered a reminder to her.

"Don't let her get too agitated, or she won't make it through."

Yan Yun, however, did not heed his words.

Looking at the woman in front of her, she told her, "If you can't make it through tonight, then it means you don't have this good luck."

The woman gave a bitter smile, holding her breath, "Good luck? Is it the kind of good luck that comes with being born into a wealthy family, the kind of good luck that allows you to be a bystander like this young lady in front of you?"

Yan Yun thought that she had recognized him.

However, her remarks made Yan Yun shake his head.

For her, being Zheng Jihua's daughter wasn't just good luck, but a chance to live again. That was the real good luck Yan Yun was talking about.

Looking at the person in front of her, she could only keep advising her, "Live on, and I will become your good luck."

Survival is her good fortune.

But is it really that easy for someone on the verge of death to survive?

Right next to Yan Yun.

Other sounds appeared around us.

"That's well said, you're quite the smooth talker!"

Yan Yun looked over and saw that there were quite a few other people nearby. She looked around and found that there were four or five other people in the room, all lying on the ground like beggars.

Some people lost a leg, and some lost an arm.

Upon hearing Yan Yun's words, one of those lifeless eyes stepped forward and grabbed her with one hand, murmuring, "I never expected a girl to spout such nonsense. Who are you? Who taught you? Was it the young master?"

Yan Yun didn't know who the young master she was talking about was. She had only lived a second life, which was why she could see things more clearly.

The man shook his head and nodded, his expression twisted, and praised Yan Yun, "Although it's extreme, it's also incredibly insightful. Even I never had this idea of ​​yours."

But then she suddenly changed her tone and said, “Naive, naive. Those guys will never allow us to stand out, they will never allow us to show any sign of being superior to them.”

She started laughing maniacally and then burst out the door.

Yan Yun looked at Jing Yue.

Jing shook his head.

"She will come back on her own."

He handed the box he had brought to Yan Yun.

“Men and women are different. I brought you here only to apply some medicine to her. I didn’t expect you to make her so angry.”

Yan Yun looked at the herbs in his hand.

Jing Yue had already pushed open the door and gone out.

Yan Yun looked at the woman. Since she had taken care of Ru Qing before, she wasn't completely unfamiliar with the task. She looked around and someone handed her a worn-out bowl and plate. Although Yan Yun couldn't see her face clearly, her small and slender figure suggested that she was a woman.

"sorry to bother you."

Yan Yun politely thanked him.

Yan Yun opened the box Jing Yue had given him, mixed the herbs inside together, and fed the woman the pills inside. Before he even gave her any water, she swallowed them.

Yan Yun no longer needed to look for water.

"I'm going to apply the medicine for you."

The woman nodded. Yan Yun looked at the whip marks on her body, and even more so at the knife wounds that were beginning to ooze pus.

Yan Yun frowned.

Weren't all of these things done by Shi Yunjun?

Yan Yun carefully and slowly applied the medicine to her, one stroke at a time, but he also felt as if those wounds had appeared on his own body.

The woman before him was actually far more resilient than he had imagined.

When I was bedridden, I groaned in pain all the time, hoping that my suffering would bring my husband a little pity.

She kept calling out day and night, while the onlookers laughed and joked outside the door. Her husband, Zheng Jihua, was already asleep in another woman's bed and didn't care about her wailing.

At that time, she never thought about dying and hoped to live, so Yan Yun cried even louder, sobbing and shouting.

Thinking of that time, Yan Yun's hand trembled. The herbal medicine was stuck to the woman's bone wound, and you could see the bone inside. Even if it healed in the future, it would definitely leave a scar.

The woman noticed Yan Yun's hesitant movements and, enduring the pain, said, "I, I'm fine."

Yan Yun said with some emotion, "You are much stronger than I thought. You will definitely get through this."

The woman smiled at Yan Yun, a forced smile that was more reassuring than ever before.

After Yan Yun finished applying the medicine to her, he looked to the side and saw that the women hiding around were all avoiding him.

Yan Yun was puzzled as to why Jing Yue had brought him here and why he had saved this woman.

She pushed open the door and went outside.

Jingyue stood with his hands behind his back, gazing in the direction of the red city wall.

Yan Yun walked up behind him, and he immediately noticed.

He spoke first, "Has it been taken care of for her?"

Yan Yun asked, puzzled, "Why did you bring me here? I want to know why there are so many women here."

Jing patiently explained, "This place is just a place for people who have nowhere else to go to stay."

Jing Yue understood Yan Yun's doubts.

"Men and women are different, and I couldn't find any other woman who could help me, so I thought of you."

Yan Yun said he was asking about that woman.

Why was he willing to save her?

Even if it happened right in front of Yun Yi, he chose to ignore it.

But he.

Yan Yun thought of the past.

Whether it was her father in the past or Zheng Jihua now, they all said that women's only job was to guard the backyard and do nothing else.

Although they didn't say it, they all looked down on women.

The lives of women they don't know are as insignificant as ants to them.

Yan Yun was somewhat curious.

The person in front of me was actually willing to help those women.

He was met with a somewhat probing gaze from Yan Yun.

Jing said, "It was you who saved her, not me. You were the one who told me there was such a person."

Yan Yun felt that he had told him, but if he hadn't saved the woman, she might have already died somewhere. Besides, there were other people in the house, and those people were not saved by Yan Yun.

Yan Yun felt that the man in front of her was not a cold-blooded and ruthless person.

Yan Yun suddenly blurted out a sentence.

"Could you take off the black cloth covering your face? I want to see you, to see what kind of person you are."

"No."

Two cold words directly rejected Yan Yun's offer.

Yan Yun didn't feel too bad. Even if he couldn't see it now, there would definitely be a chance in the future.

If you don't want to now, then so be it.

She followed Jingyue's gaze and looked at the distant city wall. What was there over there?

Compared to Zheng Jihua's deliberate attempts to please, standing here with Jing Yue, this complete stranger, made Yan Yun feel much more at ease.

Jing Yue sent the banquet back to Zheng Yuan.

The crowing of birds also woke up the maids.

Meanwhile, in a courtyard, Zheng Jihua woke up first. He looked at the person beside the bed, thinking it was his concubine, and was about to speak.

Lu Lan stretched out her small hand and yawned. She turned over and her face appeared in front of Zheng Jihua. The breeze blowing in from all around carried away the smells in the room.

Lu Lan rubbed her eyes, and when she opened them, she saw Zheng Jihua lying on the bed looking at her, and she screamed in fright.

A sharp cry shattered the silence of the early morning.

Zheng Jihua stared coldly at Lu Lan on the bed. He had sensed something was wrong earlier when Lu Lan pulled the blankets over herself.

He looked at the marks on his body and the marks on the bed, all of which confirmed that the person in front of him was not his concubine, but Lu Lan.

"How will you be here?"

Zheng Jihua coldly questioned her, but Lu Lan kept shaking her head. She knew absolutely nothing.

She cried, tears streaming down her face, and said to Zheng Jihua, "I...I'm in so much pain."

After saying that, she pulled the blanket over herself and cried in a delicate voice.

The maids outside the door immediately knocked upon hearing the noise.

"Sir, has something happened?"

They heard the woman's voice and assumed it was the lady.

Zheng Jihua looked at himself, completely naked and covered in wounds. Last night, he had drunk too much because he was happy, but he was not the type to make mistakes by drinking.

Even if you're happy, you wouldn't get this drunk.

That is how the matter?

He listened to the crying around him and became somewhat impatient.

If it were an ordinary woman, she would have slept with her without a second thought, but it was Lu Lan.