“I’m just a good-for-nothing. I thought I could make something of myself here, but I never expected it would lead to my death.”

“I admit it, okay, I admit I’m not as good as you, alright… You’re right, I shouldn’t have ignored your advice and associated with the Crown Princess, I was wrong, I was wrong…”

"It's all my fault for being too stubborn. So what if I borrow your coattails? As long as I bow down to you, who dares to do anything to me?"

"But I'm stupid! I just won't back down. You must think I'm an idiot!"

"I was so stupid! I was so stupid!"

Lying in the blood, Jiang Yao covered her face with her hands and sobbed softly.

She cried uncontrollably.

In these three lifetimes, she had never cried like this before. Even when she was tortured to death by the Wen family in her previous life, she died standing up. She never gave in.

"..."

Holding her hand, Jiang Shuwan sat down on the edge of the bed and asked in a deep voice, "Who killed her?"

"Give me the baby so I can see her. I just heard her crying. Why isn't she crying now? Is she a girl? The midwife seems to say she is a girl."

Jiang Yao grabbed Jiang Shuwan's hand tightly, her gaze unfocused as she looked at Jiang Shuwan.

Because of excessive blood loss, she could barely see.

"Let me see the child, my only child, the closest person in the world."

Jiang Shuwan tilted her head and looked at the blood infant.

The next second, amidst the exclamation of the Kyoto Prefect, she picked up the blood-stained infant and placed it in Jiang Yao's hands.

Why isn't she crying?

Jiang Yao stared in astonishment at the baby in her arms. The baby was completely blind, her lips were pale, and her hands trembled as she caressed the infant's hands.

"She's still so cold..."

"The midwife didn't dress her, and the blood on her body hadn't been washed off yet."

Jiang Shuwan took a clean cloth and handed it to Jiang Yao. She stared at the baby girl's strangely bent neck and her bruised little body, and said without blinking, "She's not crying because she's asleep. She's just as stupid as you, she doesn't understand the situation, and she can fall asleep even at a time like this."

"Hehe, I used to eat and sleep a lot when I was little, but I wasn't as lazy as you. But you're lucky, and I hope she's as lucky as you..."

As she spoke, two streams of tears flowed down Jiang Yao's face.

She cried as she wiped the baby's body with a cloth. She couldn't see, and her fingers trembled violently. Afraid of scratching the baby with her nails, she carefully treated the baby as if it were a precious treasure, staring at the baby in her arms with her unseen eyes.

"Isn't she cute? No, she must be very cute. There isn't a single unattractive girl in our Jiang family..."

"Her father is handsome too, and Yulang... he's different from before..."

"Without me, she can't stay in the Earl's mansion anymore. Please help me raise her, and make her call you 'Mother.' Don't let her know I exist. She will treat you like her own mother and be filial to you. Please save her, I'm afraid others will kill her..."

The cold wind howled outside, making the doors and windows creak, and the stench of blood wafted out with the wind.

The room reeked of blood, and a cold wind was blowing; it was even colder inside than outside.

Jiang Yao, her face streaked with tears of blood, looked at Jiang Shuwan with an unprecedented pleading expression. She fumbled to dress the baby in a small garment and kissed what should have been the baby's cheek with tender affection.

Then, with a reluctant expression, she handed the baby to Jiang Shuwan.

"You raise her, and let her call you 'Mom'."

"So, you know who killed you." Jiang Shuwan seized on the flaw in her words.

"Don't ask anymore, you can't win. Don't help me get revenge, we're both ants. Help me raise her, teach her how to be a person, teach her knowledge, let her live like a human being, don't let her be as stupid as me."

"She has a mentally challenged mother. Don't tell her. Let her be your own daughter. You'll protect her, okay? I can only trust you. You've always kept your word..."

"I've never begged you before, I'm only begging you this once..."

"OK……"

“Jiang Shuwan…”

"I beg you..."

"Miss, the imperial physician has arrived!" Qingxingling rushed in with the imperial physician. Upon seeing the horrific scene in the room, she screamed in terror, especially since Jiang Shuwan was holding a dead infant in her arms.

"Miss, this is..."

Qingxing looked at Jiang Yao and saw that she was lying on the thin blanket with a bluish-purple face, her pupils were dilated, her limbs were stiff, and blood was gushing from her body. She was obviously dead.

"Miss, is this child dead? Wasn't she just born?"

"Yeah, he died from having his neck snapped."

"But...this is just a newborn baby..."

"Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots!"

Jiang Shuwan said calmly. Qingxing turned pale with fright and tears streamed down her face as she looked at Jiang Yao's dead body.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Shuwan placed the blood infant in Jiang Yao's hands and tidied up her disheveled hair and clothes.

After doing all this, he walked to the desk under the trembling gaze of the Kyoto Prefect.

The black ink on the table had frozen, but the pen rest was not in the right position, and there was also black ink on the pen nib.

Jiang Yao, like her, couldn't stand the hardship of practicing calligraphy and had terrible handwriting, never practicing calligraphy.

What's more, today is the day Jiang Yao gives birth.

It looks like someone has tampered with this ink.

When asked by the surviving servants, it turned out that Jiang Yao never touched the writing brush and ink on the table, and several sheets of paper were missing.

The remaining paper has some scattered writing marks on it. With modern instruments, it would be possible to analyze what was written on the paper that was taken away.

However, that's impossible in this era.

Moreover, there's no need for it.

A cold wind was blowing, and Jiang Shuwan sat on the doorstep.

This is also a habit she developed in modern times. When she was in school, all the senior students in the room who were doing scientific research were almost driven crazy. When they were in great pain, they would sit on the threshold and look at the sky outside.

At first, she didn't think she would do that.

Later, he followed in the footsteps of his senior and junior brothers and sisters.

When she encounters something she can't figure out, she likes to sit on the doorstep and look up at the sky.

At that moment, staring at the gloomy sky outside, she was not only confused, she was also a little bewildered...

Jiang Yao and she can be considered enemies across two lifetimes.

But she didn't take her seriously at all.

Jiang Yao is easy to understand. She's petty and incompetent, the kind of character who wouldn't survive more than three episodes in a palace drama.

No matter how much Jiang Yao caused trouble, she didn't get angry.

Because it's unnecessary...

Then, this unnecessary person suddenly died, pitifully holding her hand and crying that her father didn't love her, that Song Shi didn't love her, that no one had ever praised her or loved her...

He even said not to seek revenge for her...

It's ridiculous. We're not even that close, so why would anyone avenge you?

Who do you think you are...?

Who do you think you are...?

"Miss, Madam has arrived."

Suddenly, Qingxing spoke behind her. Jiang Shuwan looked up and saw her father supporting Song Shi as they ran towards her through her blurry vision.