"Dad is good! Mom is bad! Grandma is good! Uncle is bad! Grandpa and Grandma are bad!"

A little girl of about three years old. The child was pretty, with delicate features, and was wearing a brand-new light purple dress.

But her little face was full of arrogance and disgust that didn't match her age.

He tilted his chin up, his little finger poking her face straight up, his eyes practically overflowing with contempt.

This is her daughter, Jiaojiao.

But in that look, in that tone, where was there even a trace of filial piety?

Shen Qingtang's heart clenched, still reeling from the biting scorn.

Out of the corner of his eye, he also caught sight of several maids following behind Jiao Jiao.

They kept their heads down, but their eyes kept glancing at her out of the corner of their eyes.

The contempt and disdain in those eyes were like countless fine needles, piercing me relentlessly.

What happened?

Isn't she... already dead?

She died on the road to exile after her home was confiscated, amidst the sinister laughter of her husband, Marquis Yongning Lu Jin, and his weak and helpless cousin, Lin Peirou.

Before she died, Lin Peirou held Jiaojiao in her arms.

Speaking the most vicious words in the gentlest tone: "Sister, look how much Jiaojiao looks like the Marquis! She is my child with the Marquis. That bastard you gave birth to was thrown into a mass grave long ago..."

Lu Jin held Lin Peirou in his arms, coldly watching her breathe her last: "Shen Qingtang, if it weren't for the fact that your Duke of Dingguo's mansion still had some use, do you think I would have married you? Your infatuation, your sacrifices, are nothing but a joke in my eyes."

She remembered what she had done for Lu Jin.

He neglected his parents and elder brothers, devoted himself to the Yongning Marquis's mansion, but in the end, he suffered the loss of his family and the abandonment of his own flesh and blood.

And the "daughter" she raised with all her heart and soul.

In the end, all they'll do is point their fingers at her and call her "bad mother".

Overwhelmed by endless hatred and sorrow, Shen Qingtang suddenly pinched her arm.

A distinct pain came through, sharp and real.

She's not dreaming!

She looked around at the familiar carved canopy bed and the peacock blue satin hanging on the wall.

And the bronze mirror inlaid with pearls on the dressing table... This is clearly the "Qingzhi Courtyard" where she lived for many years after marrying into the Yongning Marquis's mansion!

There were no ruins left after the house was ransacked, and no wind, frost, rain, or snow on the road to exile.

She...was reborn?

Reborn back to the time before everything happened?

Shen Qingtang's fingertips trembled slightly, and her heart pounded wildly in her chest, not from fear, but from the ecstatic joy of something lost and found again.

And then came the icy hatred that nearly overwhelmed her.

Lu Jin, Lin Peirou... and the person in front of me who was raised like this by them.

Jiaojiao pointed at her nose and cursed her for being a "bad mother".

In this life, she will never repeat the same mistake!

Those who owed her and those who harmed her, she will take back every penny, with interest!

Shen Qingtang raised her eyes and looked at Jiaojiao, who was still standing with her hands on her hips cursing. The last trace of warmth in her eyes completely disappeared, leaving only a bone-chilling coldness and indifference.

This girl's foul language is entirely due to the daily influence of her "loving" grandmother, the old lady of the Yongning Marquis.

The old lady had always disliked her status as the legitimate daughter of the Duke of Dingguo's mansion, feeling that she overshadowed her son, Lu Jin.

She would constantly nag Jiao Jiao about her faults, deeply embedding the idea that "her mother is bad" into the child's heart.

Jiaojiao's willful expression is becoming more and more like Lu Jin's, yet she doesn't resemble her at all.

Shen Qingtang was once a renowned beauty in the capital, possessing unparalleled beauty and captivating charm.

It was precisely because Jiaojiao's eyes and eyebrows resembled Lu Jin's that she never doubted the child's parentage.

But now, looking back, those deliberately ignored details have all become sharp blades that pierced her.

She remembered how she had been slashed and wounded all over her body by the bandits while protecting them as they fled.

I remember my father being used as a shield by them, crushed to death in the mudslide, his body never to be found.