Chapter 1 Rebirth
The 15th year of Jingyuan in the Dayuan Dynasty
Wushuang Temple
"Don't worry, Madam. The young lady just has a heat stroke. The master has already given her acupuncture and medicine. She will wake up soon."
Zhu from Wushuang Temple brought in two bowls of mung bean sweet soup. His eyes fell on Song Wanwan's crescent-shaped light pink scar that extended from the left corner of her eye to her cheekbone, and he quickly looked away.
"...This is the sweet soup sent from the vegetarian room. It's the perfect temperature. It's so hot today, it's easy to get a heat stroke. Madam, would you like to try it first?"
Song Wanwan's mind was on her precious daughter. Seeing her frown and painful expression, as if she was having a terrible dream, she couldn't help but feel anxious. "Let's put it there for now. When Yu'er wakes up, I'll drink it with her."
Temple keeper Ji Wuchen pulled out an account book from his pocket and said softly, "This month, the number of pilgrims coming to pray and burn incense has increased by 10% compared to last month, and the incense money has also increased by 30%."
Song Wanwan glanced back at the account book. "The dog days of summer are coming soon, so we'll exchange the extra money from the incense oil for medicinal herbs... It's also time to provide free medical treatment and massage to the villagers of Wushuang Village and several surrounding villages. As usual, the remaining money will be exchanged for food and sent anonymously to the soldiers at the border..."
"Yes, ma'am."
"My mother and I will stay in the temple tonight. In a few days, our family of three will go to the capital. We may not be back for a year or two. I will trouble you to take full responsibility for Wushuang Temple and Hot Spring Villa."
Ji Wuchen was surprised, "Has the village chief figured it out and decided to go to the capital to take part in the provincial examination?"
Song Wanwan was silent for a moment, "...We are going to the provincial capital to take part in the provincial examination, and we are going to the capital to visit relatives and take Yu'er to meet her grandparents."
Ji Wuchen was surprised. He had been arranged by the Wen family to come to Wushuang Temple to manage the incense for thirteen years. Wasn't the village chief's wife a native of Wushuang Village?
Ji Wuchen was not a talkative person, so he did not continue to ask, "Okay, Madam, you can go to the capital without worry..."
"Ah!" Before Ji Wuchen could finish his words, a cry of pain came from the bed, "No, no, ah! My face..."
"Yu'er, don't be afraid, mother is here." Song Wanwan's heart instantly rose to her throat, and she hurriedly reached out to hold her daughter's hands that were scratching her face, fearing that she would scratch her face.
As soon as it touched Song Yu's hands, Song Yu slapped them away with force.
The back of Song Wanwan's hand quickly became red and swollen, visibly to the naked eye.
Ji Wuchen couldn't help but gasp. What a terrible dream the young lady had. She was so cruel.
Unable to bear the sight of the mother and daughter killing each other, he quickly slipped away.
Song Wanwan didn't care at all. She stroked Song Yu's forehead and comforted her softly, "Yu'er, don't be afraid. It's mother. You were dreaming."
When Song Yu heard the familiar voice, his headache got worse and worse, and he opened his eyelids with difficulty.
A familiar and gentle face slowly enlarges.
It's her mother.
Song Yu burst into tears of joy. She quickly got up from the bed and threw herself into Song Wanwan's arms, sobbing loudly. "Mom, I miss you so much... wuwuwu..."
She had been a ghost for many years, but this was the first time she dreamed of her mother who was not hacked to death.
Feeling her mother's warm embrace and smelling the familiar fragrance on her mother's body, Song Yu couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality.
Song Wanwan felt an illusion as she looked at the crying child in her arms.
Why did she feel like the mother and daughter hadn't seen each other for many years?
"Yu'er." Song Wanwan gently patted Song Yu's shoulder and soothed her softly, "Don't cry, dreams are the opposite of what they seem. You just woke up from heatstroke and are still weak. If you cry and hurt yourself, your mother will be heartbroken."
Song Yu instantly fell silent, let go of Song Wanwan, and looked at her with tears in his eyes and confusion, "I...I...I...have a heat stroke?"
Song Wanwan looked at Song Yu's red and swollen eyes, feeling distressed. She quickly reached out and gently wiped them for her. "Yes, you fainted from heatstroke. Your master sent someone to the village to inform us... Come, drink this bowl of mung bean sweet soup first. You need to make up for all the tears you shed."
Song Yu looked at the mung bean sweet soup in front of him, as if realizing something, and reached out to pinch his arm.
It hurts!
I'm not dreaming!
Song Yu hurried to the dressing table again, and when she saw her intact face in the mirror, shock and disbelief flashed in her eyes.
This is a photo of a girl with some baby fat, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, no makeup, white with a hint of pink, and delicate skin.
However, because he had just woken up from heatstroke, his face looked a little pale.
The red beauty mole at the left corner of her eye was not affected by her pale face at the moment. It was red but not gaudy, indicating that the woman in the mirror was a beauty.
Was she reborn as described in the storybook?
"Yu'er, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me." Seeing Song Yu staring blankly in front of the bronze mirror, Song Wanwan thought she was possessed by a demon. She quickly pulled her into her arms and touched her head, "Pattern your head, and all the demons and monsters will go away."
Song Yu felt Song Wanwan's warm embrace again and was sure that he was not dreaming.
She really came back to life and was reborn as a thirteen-year-old.
When my parents were still alive.
"Mom, I'm fine, I just had a dream."
Song Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief. "It was just a dream. Dreams are all fake. Drink this bowl of mung bean sweet soup quickly, lie down on the bed and have a good rest. We will return to the village early tomorrow morning."
Take a break?
She doesn't dare to let herself rest now.
The three of them were going to die in less than two months.
Her father would burn alive in the inn.
Her mother would be hacked to death by bandits in order to save her!
And she herself would die at the hands of her most doting aunt.
His aunt cruelly cut off his face, cut his tendons in his feet and hands, and threw him into a poisonous forest filled with miasma.
"You're a bastard! I should have strangled you to death the day you were born! Allowing you to live to this day is the greatest kindness your aunt has shown you!"
"I'm not a bastard. I'm my parents' child. I'm your niece."
"Niece? Bah! Your father isn't even my biological elder brother, and even your mother, that bitch, is a person of unknown origin. Your father and mother should have been honest peasants in Wushuang Village their whole lives. If they hadn't thought of going to the capital, they wouldn't have met with such a fatal disaster today!"
"If you want to blame someone, blame your mother for insisting on remembering that she was from the capital. She didn't want to be a decent village woman, but she wanted to bring you back to the capital to be the boss. You can't blame me for being cruel!"
The vicious words of his aunt emerged in his mind, and Song Yu's eyes burst into hatred, but it disappeared in a flash. He hurriedly took the mung bean sweet soup handed to him by Song Wanwan and drank it in big gulps.
"Don't be in a hurry. Drink slowly and don't choke."
Song Wanwan looked at Song Yu at this moment and couldn't help but frown.
Yu'er's temperament seemed to have changed, and she couldn't put her finger on it.
Did anything happen to Yu'er in the temple these days?
It's not even the hottest days of summer yet, but I suddenly fainted from heatstroke. I always feel like something is wrong.
"Mom, I'm done." Song Yu saw that there was still a bowl of mung bean sweet soup on the table, so he quickly picked it up and handed it to Song Wanwan, saying with a smile, "Mom, drink it quickly, it will quench your thirst. After you finish, I have something very important to tell you."
It seems that my guess was correct. Yu'er must have encountered something in the temple. "Okay."
Song Yu took advantage of this break to look through the bookshelf and found a storybook that she had collected in the county.
Song Wanwan put down the bowl and a collection of popular folk stories caught her eye.
"Yu'er, you need to rest more now. Wait until you have a good sleep before watching."
"Mom, I'm not sleepy. I feel stronger now after drinking the mung bean sweet soup."
Song Yu flipped open the storybook and asked, "Mother, do you believe what the storybook says about rebirth?"
Song Wanwan shook her head and gathered the storybooks together. "These folk tales are just for understanding the ways of the world. The strange and supernatural things in them should not be taken seriously. They are all made up. You should read less."
Song Yu hurried to the door and saw that there was no one in the yard. He returned to Song Wanwan and grabbed the back of her hand that was red from being hit by her. There were some bruises on it now. He said solemnly, "Isn't this from me just now?"
Noticing her aura had changed, Song Wanwan nodded subconsciously, "You were screaming in your dream just now, and I was scratching your face. I was worried you might hurt yourself, so I tried to stop you. But don't worry, it doesn't hurt. I'll just blow on it and it will go away."
"Mom, I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't hit you, I hit my aunt. I dreamed that my aunt would kill my family of three within two months..."
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