Accidental Rebirth
Would this have still happened?
No! It wouldn't. The most unpredictable thing in this world was the human heart. Even if I had stopped this play, the Zhou mother and daughter would not have let me go. My own father had been indifferent and ruthless.
Han Yan fell to the ground, her pair of clear water-like pupils filling with bloody tears. Zhuang Yu Shan, even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go!
The beautiful bride faintly smiled before spitting out sentences as vicious as a scorpion: "Good sister, when you reach the yellow spring road, carefully watch how this older sister becomes Prince Consort."
Everything in front of her eyes blurred together as a piercing; spine-tingling pain filled the vertebral heart inside her chest. Han Yan noticed a pair of sky green satin official boots walking in just as she lost consciousness.
It was her husband. She did not expect that in this life she had looked forward to peaceful flowers and the moon (AN: not sure what 花月静好 means but if anyone could clarify it would be great :)), but instead what was awaiting her was the calamity of death.
A soft and fluffy mink bed, a light sky clear from rain, a smokey silk warp weave draping down absentmindedly. The girl sleeping in the bed moved her fingers slightly, slowly opening her pair of black eyes.
When Han Yan woke up, she only felt a splitting headache, and her eyes felt unbearably dry. She had difficulty propping herself up to take a look. An intense fragrance of medicine filled her room. This was clearly her boudoir, but how unfamiliar it looked! It felt so strange it seemed like a lifetime ago. She reached out to rub the corner of her forehead; had someone perhaps saved her?
"Fourth young miss." With a surprised cry, Han Yan raised her eyes.
(AN: Although the direct translation is Chen mother (陈妈妈), I think she is more of like a nanny. If I figure out the terminology, I will go back and change it later.)
In Chen mother's hands was a beautiful gold painted porcelain bowl. The short-statured woman rested the bowl on the side of a small table, hurriedly stepping forward. "Young miss, you have awoken. Is there anything wrong?"
Han Yan stared blankly at Chen mother. Was she not disposed of by Zhuang Yu Shan? The scene of the wedding night appeared before her eyes again. Han Yan felt her nose was suddenly sore as tears streamed down her face.
Seeing her flowing tears, Chen Mother's heart quickly jolted with a sudden panic, followed by a bitter heartache as she hugged Han Yan tightly in her warm embrace. "My poor lady, the Furen has only just passed, yet the master brought that bitch through the door, and her daughter is also not simple. You were angry to the point that your body got sick, but you must not cry anymore, as the master will be unhappy if he sees it."
"What is wrong young miss?" a crisp voice rang through Han Yan's ears as she sat up straight. Only two steps away from her were Ji Lan and Shu Hong, holding jars of candied fruit worriedly. "Miss, where do you feel discomfort? Should we invite the doctor over?"
The servant girls who had died for her in her previous life were now standing only two steps away. Han Yan could not find the words to describe what she felt. "Ji Lan... Shou Hong...", her mouth choked out the words.
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