pity……

It's too late now.

...

Sheng Lingtian? The General's Mansion?

While Chu was heartbroken, Sheng Wanwan was stunned when she heard Sheng Lingtian's name.

Holy crap! Could it be that I wasn't reincarnated?

Has she transmigrated into a book?

To be precise, he transmigrated into the storybook she was reading before she was struck dead by lightning.

No wonder no ghost messengers came to collect her soul even though she was shattered into pieces. It turned out that at the moment of her death, her soul was absorbed into the storybook, becoming a baby in the story who was destined to die at birth.

But she clearly felt that although her body was weak, she was very healthy and did not seem like a child who had died at birth!

Never mind!

Since they're here, they might as well make the best of it; those who cultivate Taoism believe in going with the flow.

"Oh, Madam, this old servant shouldn't have said these things. Please don't overthink it. Take care of yourself."

Observing the expressions of Madam Chu, Zhao Mama quickly changed the subject to avoid upsetting her.

"Mmm." Madam Chu nodded weakly, then held Sheng Wanwan in her arms and began to breastfeed. She had given birth to three sons before finally having this sweet little girl, and she cherished her all the more at this moment.

She wanted to feed them herself.

After Sheng Wanwan finished eating and drinking, she started to doze off. At that moment, the curtain was lifted.

A tall, imposing, and domineering man strode into the inner room.

He was also holding a very alluring woman in his arms. As soon as the woman entered the inner room, she said in a affected, pretentious voice:

"Little sister! I'm so sorry! I just heard that you gave birth to a baby girl and I was just about to come see you when I accidentally twisted my ankle!"

And then she happened to meet her husband.

That's why my husband carried me over!

"Won't my sister be angry?"

Upon hearing the aroma of the tea, Sheng Wanwan instantly perked up.

She refused to drink milk and frantically twisted her head, trying to see who this woman with the tea-like air was, daring to bully her mother!

I don't want to live anymore!

Unfortunately, the swaddling clothes blocked her view, and she didn't see the two people who came in.

That's one of the downsides of being a baby—they're too weak, and they can't even watch the excitement as they please.

"Don't be angry!"

Chu glanced at the two of them, then lowered her eyes, her voice devoid of joy or sorrow.

Sometimes, when disappointment accumulates enough, you become numb.