The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

The underworld, the netherworld.

The Yama Palace appeared oppressive and silent under the dim light of a few candles.

In the center of the main hall stood a group of spirits, each holding a plaque, numbering about a hundred. On either side stood uniform ghost guards, each wielding a weapon.

Wang Xiyue looked at the plaque in her hand, number 4097. She glanced at the spirits beside her, each one expressionless and indifferent. This was probably the expression of everyone after death!

Death means having nothing, and no right to have emotions and desires.

Her gaze swept across the main hall, where the highest seat in the very center was occupied by the black-faced King Yama. He had a serious expression and a square face like Bao Gong, suggesting he was a just and impartial law enforcement official.

On the right is the standard equipment of the underworld, with Black and White Impermanence holding soul banners. However, these two are actually handsome young men around 20 years old, one cold and the other warm. If they didn't introduce themselves, their looks and temperament would completely surpass those of popular celebrities.

On the left stood an old man with white beard and hair, holding a peculiar writing brush horizontally across his chest in his right hand. The handle was pure black, its material indistinguishable, neither jade nor wood, while the bristles were pure white, the tip gleaming with a golden halo. Despite his upright posture and pale face, he did not appear old, but he exuded an air of profound experience and serene composure, much like a high monk who had seen through the vanities of the world and was neither averse to nor fond of anything. He was undoubtedly the judge.

"Number 4001, because you committed many evil deeds and harmed others in your previous life, you are now cast into the eighteenth level of hell for eternal damnation." As the old judge finished speaking, two ghost messengers stepped forward and roughly bound and took away the first soul.

"Number 4002, because you did not commit any sins in your previous life, you are now entering the cycle of reincarnation, and your fate is ordained by heaven."

"Number 4003, because you violently harmed your family members in your previous life, you have now entered the animal realm of reincarnation."

"Number 4004, because you were kind and generous in your previous life, you are now entering the cycle of reincarnation. In your next life, you will be wealthy, healthy and prosperous."

"Number 4005..."

After hearing the results of the disposal of the several souls, Wang Xiyue seriously recalled her days before death.

He grew up in a poor family but went to school obediently and lived his life seriously. Although he was a little rebellious and did not always listen to his parents' opinions, he still lived his life step by step. He graduated from university, then worked, then fell in love and got married. However, the ending was not as he wished. He got divorced and was hit by a car and died.

Because of the trivialities of life, she was subjected to domestic violence by her husband and forced to leave with nothing. Such an ending is tragic and lamentable. She didn't know if she was too bad to be loved or if she was just unlucky and didn't meet a good man. She was once so self-conscious that she couldn't get out of it.

Before marriage, her financial situation was not good enough, so she had two abortions for her husband, which damaged her body. After marriage, her health was very poor, and she was thin and had difficulty getting pregnant. She finally became pregnant, but her pregnancy reaction was extremely severe. She almost vomited bile. Hospital tests showed that all her indicators were abnormal. She struggled to get pregnant until the eighth month, but in the end, something happened, and the child was lost.

From then on, the child became an indelible thorn in the couple's hearts, festering and festering. After struggling to maintain their marriage for three years, it ultimately came to an end.

She was wounded again, not knowing where she went wrong. She gave her all, worked a job and did housework, and was neither pretty nor ugly. Perhaps it is true that when you are in love, nothing is a reason, but when you are no longer in love, anything can become a reason.

Despairing of all hope, when she saw a child running onto the highway where cars were speeding by, she rushed towards him without hesitation to save him, only to be struck and killed by a car that couldn't brake in time. As her soul left her body, she saw the surviving child being held tightly by his mother, crying uncontrollably, and she felt that her death was worthwhile.

From an innocent and naive girl to a middle-aged woman who can adapt to the harsh realities of society and be independent and self-reliant, her life has been full of ups and downs, but she has always held onto hope and worked hard to make progress. However, life is still a mess.

She can change herself but not others, especially not her husband's attitude towards her.

Once complaints, unrestrained scolding, or even physical violence arise in a marriage, then there is no need to maintain the marriage.

Perhaps his feelings and patience have faded over time, perhaps someone else is more important, perhaps he can no longer have children, or perhaps he has no more value to him. Whatever the reason, it is decided that the two can only go their separate ways. The love is gone and the fate is over. They have loved and been hurt, and now it is time to let go. Divorce is the best outcome. It is better to become strangers. At least there is no life-or-death struggle and no parents having to bury their child.

After recalling her life, Wang Xiyue said that she had never done anything immoral. Occasionally, when she saw an elderly person living in poverty picking up garbage, she would do her best to give them a few dozen yuan. When she saw injured chicks or birds, she would lend a helping hand and take them home.

Despite the ups and downs of my life and the fact that I didn't die a natural death, I still tried my best to live a good life and didn't do anything immoral, so I don't have to go to hell.

But carrying such heartbreaking memories of this life, she probably won't be happy in her next life. Now she finally understands why souls must drink Meng Po's soup before entering reincarnation; only a soul that has completely forgotten can become a clean and innocent baby again, and live a pure and clean life unaffected by its past life.

"Number 4097, because you selflessly saved two lives in your lifetime, you are now given two choices..."

Wang Xiyue was shocked by the judge's words as soon as she finished recalling her life. The previous souls, whether good or bad, all had the same ending. How come she had two choices?

The souls in front had all been taken away, and now there were only four souls left, including hers. She glanced at the remaining three souls on the right and they all looked at themselves with blank expressions.

She wondered if Lady Luck had intervened to save her once again!

Throughout my life, I have always been rescued by strangers or acquaintances in times of danger, and I have always been able to escape from danger.

When I was six, I went shopping with my parents and got separated in the morning. Although I was scared, I was determined that my home was by the roadside, so I bravely walked along the road for several hours until I reached the end, but I still couldn't find my home. Later, my mother said that I was indeed going in the right direction, but I was too young to remember what the front door looked like, so I didn't realize I had passed by my home. As night fell, I was hungry and scared, crying helplessly and desperately, when a young man in his early twenties who was out buying cigarettes rescued me. He took me to the police station, and then the police took me to a retired grandmother's house to be cared for for a few days. At that time, the internet was not developed, there were no cell phones, and the brick-sized mobile phones cost tens of thousands of yuan, which ordinary people could not afford. Landlines were also rare. My father, who worked at a low-income level, mainly relied on walking and buses for communication. My parents could only place missing person ads in newspapers and on television. After all, searching for someone in a city of hundreds of thousands of people was like finding a needle in a haystack. Three days later, my parents went to several police stations before finally finding a place to take me in. Although I was young at the time, I was naturally independent and didn't cling to my mother. As long as I had food and drink, I didn't care if the sky fell. The incident of getting lost didn't really affect me, but it made my parents and relatives worry for several days. They were so anxious that they couldn't eat or sleep, and they shed countless tears. From then on, everyone had a psychological shadow when going on group trips.

When I was 10 years old, I was playing with my brother near the steel factory where my father worked. We were jumping around among a bunch of large bundles of steel bars and pipes when I lost my footing and fell forward, almost cracking my head. Luckily, a worker was passing by and caught me in time, preventing me from getting a head injury. I only hit my eye socket, and there was a large bruise on my temple near my eye socket. If I hadn't been rescued in time, I would definitely have lost my eye, and in severe cases, I could have died from the fall.

At 16, he was admitted to high school, but his father's factory went bankrupt, leaving him without funds to enroll and miss military training. Although it was only 600 yuan, it was an astronomical sum for a farmer with an annual gross income of only 3000 yuan, especially since it wasn't harvest season and there was no income to speak of. At this critical moment, his landlord offered to lend him money to help his father through the crisis. Because he was in middle school and his younger brother was in elementary school, his father had chosen to rent a single room in the county town to work while caring for the two children, while his mother and older brother, who had dropped out of school, farmed in their rural hometown. Perhaps it was because the landlord had often seen the family of three struggling with their daily diet of cabbage, potatoes, and pickled vegetables, and witnessed his and his brother's hard work and frugality, and his father's exhaustion in raising the children to attend school, that he offered his help. The first year of high school required tuition, but for the next two years, because of his good grades and the family's poverty, the school waived tuition and fees and even provided a small living allowance, which, although not much, greatly eased the family's burden.

At 19, she was admitted to university, but the exorbitant tuition of 6000 yuan was beyond the family's means. Her father sold his beloved books and valuable appliances, but still couldn't raise the money. His desperate attempts to seek help were all in vain. Xi Yue felt a pang of sorrow watching her father lower himself to beg for help. Despite having devoted all her time and energy to her studies, hoping to succeed, reality was cruel. She was prepared to abandon her studies and go out to work. At the last moment, someone offered assistance. It was a friend of her father who found a stranger to help. The stranger didn't reveal his name, but simply had her friend pass on 7000 yuan to her father, saying it was to cover his first year of university tuition and living expenses. The tuition and fees for Xiyue's first year of university were finally covered. It was the only year in her more than ten years of academic life that was the most relaxed. There were no harsh conditions, no one bullied her, and she didn't have to worry about tuition or food. She could happily focus on her studies. In her second and third years, Xiyue worked part-time in the school cafeteria. Although she was hungry and had stomach aches, she solved her food problem. Thanks to her excellent grades and her family's poverty, she received national scholarships and scholarships from charitable organizations, which covered her tuition. In her fourth year, because she had passed all her required and elective courses before her junior year, she was able to get an internship a year early. So, before graduating at the end of the semester, she finally managed to pay her tuition with her internship wages.

The 27-year-old woman, eight months pregnant, was admitted to the city hospital in a coma due to illness. Doctors diagnosed her with acute fatty liver of pregnancy. Because of delayed medical attention, more than a week passed, and the baby was beyond saving. A critical condition notice was also issued for the mother. The condition was extremely serious and progressed rapidly. There are very few cases like this; in the entire city of one million, there are fewer than ten known cases. There have been no successful cures to date. Patients either die from organ failure within a week of onset, die after a month in intensive care, or die shortly after being discharged. Currently, there is no specific drug or familiar treatment plan for this disease. Hospitals are still in the experimental stage. Transferring to another hospital is impossible because time is of the essence. The fact that the condition has stopped worsening is already a result of the doctors' best efforts. To put it bluntly, this disease is not only a waste of money—at least ten thousand yuan a day—but even with money, there's no guarantee of survival. The doctors are considering the family's wishes: if they want to try, they'll keep the patient; if not, they'll take the patient home and leave it to fate. The doctors say the survival rate is about 10%, depending on the individual's constitution. Family and relatives traveled long distances to the hospital, prepared for the worst to say goodbye even though they couldn't see the patient. Perhaps it was fate; perhaps she still had a attachment to the world; perhaps it was the attention from the local women's federation; perhaps it was her unusual physical condition; perhaps it was the help of better doctors; perhaps it was her newborn child, whose fragile life was exchanged for her mother's survival. After a week in a coma in the ICU, and through a series of blood transfusions, dialysis, and various treatments, she finally regained consciousness and her condition improved.

She had lost her memory, all of it about her child, even forgetting why she was hospitalized. Her memory only went back to the moment before she fell into a coma, when she inexplicably vomited dark brown blood. It turns out that when people are sad to a certain extent, their bodies really do selectively forget as a form of self-preservation. She was transferred to a regular ward and received intravenous fluids for nearly a week before her memory slowly returned, and she finally came to terms with the cruel reality.

As a loving mother, she would rather give her own life for her child's lifelong peace and happiness; she hated her own powerlessness. Without her child, she lost all motivation to live, and drifted in a daze for over a year before finally accepting the reality. Whenever she saw other people's babies, she couldn't help but want to hold them and cry.

She couldn't understand how she, who had rarely been sick since childhood, could have developed this extremely rare acute illness.

After becoming pregnant, she became emotionally unstable and easily angered. She would have suicidal thoughts after arguing with her husband over trivial matters. Every time she stood on the edge of a cliff and wanted to take the plunge, she would think of the baby in her womb and restrain herself. She thought that her depressed mood had caused her liver qi to stagnate, which led to a sudden illness.

It turns out that people really can be so sad that they vomit blood. Dramatic effects are also derived from life. I think this is what it feels like to be so angry that I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack. No wonder the doctor said that pregnant women are prone to depression because of the large hormonal changes in their bodies. They need their husbands to be understanding and loving in every way.

Unfortunately, I wasn't so lucky; I met the wrong person and didn't have a good end.

I've been through several major disasters in my life, and each time someone helped me. Maybe God opened a window for me, or maybe kind people just have good luck!

After this death, I have no idea where I will go in the underworld, and my future is uncertain.

There is no despair without hope.

Will Lady Luck smile upon me again and guide me in the right direction?