As the seasons change, autumn has already begun to appear on the streets of Shengjing.
The drizzle was like mist, the chill was pleasant, and the golden and colorful leaves looked like a long brocade carpet, stretching to the horizon.
Now the rain has stopped and the clouds have dispersed, the sky is clear and bright, and only the "dong-dong" sound of water dripping from the roof tiles drifts into the house, like monks and nuns beating fish drums, which makes people feel inexplicably at ease.
Wei Shuwan followed the rhythm of breathing exercises, her mind gradually clearing, though her head still throbbed. Without opening her eyes, she peeked out a thin, pale hand from under the quilt, rubbed her forehead, and startled herself.
It's so hot!
Oh right, how could she forget...
She was already terminally ill, but the Song family refused to hire a doctor for her. Everyone hoped that she would be buried in the grave as soon as possible, taking with her those shameful family scandals that could not be exposed to the light of day, and becoming a secret forever.
Just as she was beginning to remember her desperate situation, she heard whispers from below the window:
"Break off the engagement? The girl accidentally fell into the water yesterday, all to help Song Zichen retrieve that 'nothing happened' plaque! And he just stood there watching her struggle and drift away, all he did was stand on the dry bank!"
“Who says otherwise? That place is remote and deserted, and Young Master Song can’t swim. If it weren’t for a fisherman passing by in his boat... Sister Ziqiao, I really don’t want to think about the consequences…”
Miao Xiang clutched her chest, still feeling lingering fear when she mentioned the incident.
After calming down slightly, she couldn't help but feel sorry for her master: "But not only does Young Master Song show no remorse, he even suspects our young lady of losing her innocence... Now everyone in the front courtyard is saying that the Song family came to break off the engagement, this is simply, simply..."
"You beast!" The words that Miao Xiang couldn't bring herself to say were summed up by the usually fiery Zi Qiao.
Well said!
With a silent agreement, Wei Shuwan slowly opened her eyes, processing the conversation between the two maids.
Falling into the water...
He was rescued by a fisherman...
The Song family came to break off the engagement...
Aren't these all things from five years ago?
Filled with doubt, she forced herself to sit up and looked around.
The furnishings inside were familiar and old; this was not the Song family home, but her maternal family home, the Wei family home, where she lived before her marriage, Fuquxuan.
Did her parents finally learn about her situation in the Song family and bring her back?
That shouldn't be the case.
The Song family wouldn't even hire a doctor for her, all so that she would die quietly. They were already too busy covering it up to inform her family.
Her delicate, willow-like eyebrows gradually furrowed, and Wei Shuwan's doubts remained unresolved. Suddenly, she caught sight of the engraved dressing case diagonally opposite her, and her eyes widened in shock!
The person in the bronze mirror is her, yet not her... To be precise, it is not the her who was tormented by the Song family for five years.
Her slender fingers brushed across her cheek, and the person in the mirror mirrored her movement. She knew without a doubt that the person in the mirror was herself, only that her face was too youthful. Although there was a hint of illness, it was clearly not the appearance of someone who was terminally ill. Moreover, the person in the mirror had a smooth and flawless forehead, without the inch-long scar.
A mixture of panic and astonishment flashed in Wei Shuwan's eyes, finally turning into tears that gradually blurred her vision...
She remembered! This time she remembered everything!
In truth, she had already breathed her last in that cold, icy little room in the Song family home. As she closed her eyes, scenes from her life flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern, and she was filled with deep regret!
Then a servant from the Song family came in, wrapped her already cold body in a mat, and moved her into the nanmu coffin that had been prepared in advance.
She saw Su Xueyi standing in front of the door, covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, her alluring eyes filled with disgust: "I told you long ago, why bring a dying person to the new house, it only adds bad luck."
Song Zichen gently patted her slender shoulder and comforted her in a gentle voice: "After all, this new house came from her dowry, and my current official position is inseparable from the Wei family's connections and favors. If she were to die alone in the old house, it would not only damage my reputation but also inevitably attract criticism from her family."
"But Xue'er, don't worry. I will have the room she lives in sealed off outside the wall. It won't ruin the Song family's fortune. From now on, there will be no one in the Song family to get in your way."
The man's calm tone carried words sharp as knives, yet they failed to pierce Wei Shu's heart—it was too late. After all, she had already seen through the true colors of the Song family while she was still alive.
If you already know what snakes and scorpions are, why talk about being cold-toothed?
...
Now, Wei Shuwan sat calmly on the couch, having almost figured out the current situation.
Having passed away, she has now awakened again, and found herself back in her boudoir before her marriage. Outside, the maids are recounting events from five years ago, and her reflection in the mirror reflects the appearance of five years ago...
All of this confirms one thing—her vision before she closed her eyes has come true.
She was reborn!
The moisture between her eyelashes gradually gathered, then rolled down like broken beads, landing on the brocade quilt cover, blooming into simple little flowers.
Her trembling hands gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, and she sobbed silently.
I'm not sad, I'm happy.
Heaven was so kind to her, allowing her to return to the cape that would determine her fate.
In her past life, Song Zichen came to break off the engagement the day after she fell into the water. When she found out, she went to Zhaoshui Hall to argue, but Song Zichen's mind was made up.
When she left Zhaoshuitang, her heart was ashen. The high fever and resentment made it difficult for her to walk. Somehow, she bumped her head into a vermilion pillar in front of the door, and immediately her head was bleeding profusely. She lost consciousness.
Her obsession spread throughout Shengjing City in a single day.
Yes, no one believed that it was just an accident; they were convinced that she was determined to die, including her parents.
People say that she first jumped into the river for Song Zichen, which caused her to become ill from the cold and unable to have children. Later, she hit her head against a pillar, leaving scars and disfigurement on her face...
And so, this woman, once as graceful as snow on a mountain peak and admired even by the Prince of Xiaoqiaochuan, became the number one joke in Shengjing City in an instant.
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