He Yunze lost consciousness for some unknown reason.
When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly returned to his past life.
Or rather... is it his second rebirth?
This time, Song Ruoan was no longer a part of his life. When he woke up, he resolutely tore off Song Ruoan's veil, shattering her plan to arrange a marriage exchange.
He went to his elder brother's courtyard at the beginning and brought Song Xizhi back.
He married Song Xizhi, making her his rightful wife, while his elder brother remained unconscious.
Song Xizhi cured his infertility, helped him become prime minister, and he inherited the title of Marquis of Anding.
Song Ruoan wanted to imitate her sister, pretending to have her own hobbies, wearing Song Xizhi's favorite pale yellow dress, while drinking Song Xizhi's favorite milk.
Song Ruo pretended to be his dream girl, acting as if she knew medicine and incense...
But He Yunze saw through all these ridiculous pretenses.
No one could shake his love for Song Xizhi, so Song Xizhi loved him even more.
The couple had many children, more than three.
The boy looks like Song Xizhi, and the girl looks like herself; they look exactly like them, as if they were carved from the same mold.
Song Xizhi, dressed in her most beautiful pink dress, sat by the river in the back garden, basking in the sun.
The two were surrounded by the children's innocent, bell-like laughter, with the raccoon dog meowing softly nearby.
The table was covered with candied hawthorns, milk, osmanthus cakes, meat buns, and other snacks, as well as storybooks lying around.
These are not lowly things, and no one would consider them beneath them. Such street items are perfectly normal in the Marquis's mansion.
He Yunze held Song Xizhi in his arms, feeling the softness of her embrace and the genuine smile of a woman, no longer false or pretentious, no longer deceitful or lying.
The sunlight felt warm on his body, and He Yunze was so happy he almost cried.
This should be his real life.
Everything that happened in the previous two lives was nothing but an illusion, all false and unreal!
He shared the same interests and hobbies as Song Xizhi, liking the same things and not caring whether they were noble or lowly.
He was once deceived by Song Ruoan, who imitated all of her sister's hobbies, making him believe that the person he truly loved was Song Ruoan.
But he and Song Xizhi were soulmates; they were truly a match made in heaven!
He Yunze was completely immersed in this wonderful moment. When he slowly opened his eyes, he saw a familiar face through the hazy light.
He exclaimed in surprise, "Zhizhi..."
Hearing the noise from the bed, the woman in front of him was overjoyed and quickly grasped his hand: "Husband..."
He Yunze struggled to get up from the bed, but the woman beside the bed suddenly turned into Song Ruoan.
He trembled, hastily flung his hand away, his expression as if he'd seen a ghost: "How could it be you? How could it be you?!"
Song Ruoan's face was still pale, and her eyes were filled with tears: "Husband...it's me...I've been taking care of you by your bedside..."
"After you fell into a coma, Father found out the truth about the incense and what Mother did... She wanted to make Lady Yi infertile, so she put a lot of musk and safflower in the incense, doing it all without anyone knowing..."
"But she didn't expect that Madam Yi would get pregnant so quickly, so when she smelled it, she immediately started bleeding, and that's how the matter was exposed..."
As Song Ruoan spoke, tears streamed down her face.
At this moment, she reached out, wanting to grasp He Yunze's hand: "Father is very angry now. He has already placed Mother under house arrest and is discussing divorcing her..."
"But you have no one to take care of you. I knelt for a whole day and night before I was able to come and take care of you... My husband, now it's just the two of us left in this world, relying on each other for survival..."
Song Ruoan's words sent chills down He Yunce's spine.
He abruptly shook off Song Ruoan's hand, his pupils contracting sharply, his face turning deathly pale, as if he had witnessed something terrifying.
"Impossible, this is impossible!"
"I've already been reborn! I've already reached my third life, so how could it be you again? Where is my Zhizhi? Where is my child? How could it possibly become you?!"
Song Ruoan's eyes were blank for a moment, then she quickly forced a fawning smile.
If it weren't for the fact that Marquis An Ding had discovered Huang's affair, and was now in a state of panic, wanting to divorce his wife, and that He Yun Ce was infertile, his reputation ruined, and could no longer meet young ladies from high-ranking families, the blow would have been too much for him to bear and he would have fainted.
Otherwise, she would never have had the chance to take care of He Yunze at his bedside.
Thinking about it, Song Ruoan hurriedly said with tears welling up in her eyes, "Husband, what nonsense are you talking about? I've always been the one taking care of you!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a soft, childlike meow came from outside the house.
The kitten's meows are so sweet they melt your heart.
Upon hearing this voice, Song Ruoan reacted as if she had seen a savior, quickly pulling the little tabby cat into her arms. Then, with a pleading smile, she looked at He Yunze:
“My husband, look, this is your favorite little raccoon dog… It ran away before, and I personally went to great lengths to find it and bring it back…”
"From now on, let's live a good life together... I won't hide anything from you anymore, okay?"
When He Yunze saw the little raccoon cat, whose patterns and size were extremely similar to the one he had found before, he could only sneer in his heart.
His voice was hoarse, and there was no trace of affection in his eyes: "Did you think I would believe you just because you randomly picked a cat?"
Song Ruoan froze, then hurriedly said, "No, this is the same one as before!"
He Yunze sneered, staring coldly at Song Ruoan: "Why did you bring this cat back?"
"Do you like it? Don't you think it's lowly and something only the lower classes would keep? Nobles in the palace wouldn't keep this kind of cat. Aren't you afraid of losing your status?"
Song Ruoan's smile froze again. She looked at He Yunze's face with utmost sincerity, then shook her head: "Husband, I like it."
"Whether it is sick or healthy, whether it is lowly or noble, it is our kitten, and of course I love it."
"I don't like children, I only like cats. We can raise this raccoon as our own child, and raise a whole yard full of raccoons..."
Song Ruoan racked her brains to come up with words of comfort for him.
But He Yunze's gaze was cold and devoid of any emotion. He suddenly tugged at the corner of his mouth and said, "Is that so?"
"You really like this raccoon?"
After he finished speaking with a cold laugh, he got up from the bed, picked up the little raccoon in Song Ruoan's arms, and walked straight out.
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