Listening to her daughter's heartfelt words, the pregnant Lady Hou went on a killing spree.

Ji Yueru, with her white hair, lay in bed, knowing she was about to die.

Since marrying Marquis Anshun at the age of seventeen, she has not had a single day of rest. Even after her miscarriage, she only stayed in bed for three days before the old lady called her up to serve her.

After more than twenty years, she can finally rest. She no longer has to deal with the complicated accounts in the mansion, clean up the messes left by her stepchildren and sister-in-law, or serve her mother-in-law and be tormented.

She did have some regrets. When she was nineteen, she was pregnant with a child. When the child was five months in her womb, her stepdaughter, Lin Wanwan, pushed her and she rolled down the steps. That child was gone.

This left her with a chronic illness that prevented her from having children again.

She had regrets in her heart, for the child who had not yet been born.

"Madam, please wait a little longer, the Marquis will be back soon."

The voice of the maidservant calling out could be heard beside her.

She knew in her heart that Marquis Anshun would not come back to see her one last time.

He hated her, hated himself for scheming to marry her, preventing him from marrying the woman he truly loved.

But she really wanted to say that it wasn't her design. She had explained countless times over the past twenty years, but it was all in vain. No one in the mansion, from top to bottom, believed her.

An old nanny and a young maidservant were by the bedside, but none of Ji Yueru's stepchildren, whom she had devoted half her life to, appeared.

She felt herself getting lighter and lighter, and in a hazy state, she saw a baby floating above her, spewing sweet words, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

She couldn't hear the words, but just by looking at the expression, she knew the little guy was swearing filthyly.

But she didn't think the other person had a bad temper at all.

She thought to herself, "If her child had been born back then, it would probably have been just as adorable."

Thinking about it, Ji Yueru slowly closed her eyes.

Unbeknownst to her, the baby floating above her was the child she had miscarried when she was nineteen.

Ji Yueru was the mother she personally chose in the underworld, but she never expected that she would be harmed before she was even born. How could the little girl swallow this insult?

She didn't reincarnate; she just stayed by her adoptive mother's side, watching her toil and deceive for the sake of the whole family. She cursed at her from the side until she was exhausted, but it was all in vain.

Humans and ghosts are different, so her adoptive mother couldn't see her at all.

"Madam! Madam has passed away!"

At the last moment, a bright white light shone from An'an's body, and the two souls, one large and one small, tightly enveloped each other, disappearing from the room in the blink of an eye.

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"Madam, wake up. It's time to pay your respects to the Old Madam."

A familiar voice reached Ji Yueru's ears.

She thought to herself, "Is this the King of Hell's palace?" She actually heard Zhiyi's voice.

Zhiyi was her dowry maid who accompanied her to the Marquis of Anshun's residence, and later drowned.

She had her suspicions at the time, and after having someone investigate, the final result was that she had accidentally fallen into the water, and the matter was eventually dropped.

"Madam, wake up."

Zhiyi felt sorry for her mistress and wanted her to sleep a little longer, but she knew that if she didn't wake her up, her mistress would be scolded by the old lady later. So she could only suppress her heartache and wake her up.

Ji Yueru slowly opened her eyes on the bed, turned her head to look at Zhiyi beside her, and her eyes immediately turned red.

"You are still as young as you used to be, but I am already old."

Zhiyi smiled knowingly.

"Madam, you are too kind. You are not old at all. Your face is even more beautiful than mine."

As Zhiyi spoke, she reached out to help Ji Yueru sit up. As soon as Ji Yueru sat up and saw her hand, she realized something was wrong.

These weren't her hands, which belonged to someone in their forties. Seeing her own protruding belly, her eyes widened in surprise.

What...what's wrong with her?

Ji Yueru couldn't believe it and pinched the back of her hand hard.

"Ouch, that hurts."

Zhiyi was startled.

"Madam, what are you doing!"

Seeing that the back of the hand that the lady had pinched was red, Zhiyi felt very sorry for her and took the lady's hand and blew on it.

But at this moment, Ji Yueru didn't care about the red mark on her hand. She got out of bed and went to the bronze mirror without even putting on her shoes.

The woman reflected in the bronze mirror had a full head of black hair, without a single gray hair.

Ji Yueru covered her face with trembling hands, and the woman in the bronze mirror did the same.

Now Ji Yueru finally believed that the reflection in the bronze mirror was indeed her younger self, not the self she had endured for over twenty years in the Marquis of Anshun's mansion.

"Madam, the floor is cold, please put your shoes on quickly."

Zhiyi panicked, bent down to pick up the shoes and chased after her, squatting down to quickly put them on her master.

"Zhiyi, what year is it now?"

Zhiyi found it strange that the lady asked this, but still replied, "Madam, it is now the tenth year of Chengde."

In the tenth year of Chengde, she actually returned to the time when she was nineteen years old and pregnant.

Ji Yueru burst into tears.

It must be that heaven took pity on her and gave her a second chance to make up for her past regrets and protect the baby in her womb.

[Mother, this has nothing to do with fate. It's me. I used the merits of ten lifetimes to exchange for you being able to be with me again in this life.]

The soft, sweet child's voice startled Ji Yueru, who quickly looked around the room but found nothing.

"Zhiyi, can you hear a child's voice?"

Zhiyi shook her head.

"No, madam, it's just you and me in the room."

[Mother, I am your daughter, the daughter who was still in your belly before she was born.]

Ji Yueru lowered her head and stroked her belly, feeling incredibly incredulous. Could it really be the baby inside her speaking?

"It's me, of course it's me, Mother, you're so stupid."

In my past life, after I died, I was unwilling to stay by your side. I was furious to see you being deceived and treated like a beast of burden by your family.

But you can't hear me at all. When you died, I used ten lifetimes of merit to exchange with Yama, the King of Hell, for our rebirth. This time, Mother, you must protect me well.

Ji Yueru nodded emphatically.

"Don't worry, your mother will definitely protect you well in this life."

The little one in her belly didn't trust her mother at all, thinking that she would have to take care of things herself if anything happened.

[Mom, you need to prepare yourself mentally; what I'm about to say will definitely be hard for you to accept.]

Go ahead and say it.

Having already lived a lifetime, I've long since become indifferent to life and death; what is there that I can't accept?

[Actually, Mother, in your past life, you were tricked into marrying the Marquis of Anshun; it was your older sister, Ji Chunjiao, who orchestrated it.]

Ji Yueru was initially shocked, then looked relieved.

In her past life, she had her doubts. No one but a member of the Ji family could have orchestrated such a flawless scheme against her.

No matter how unlikable she is, she is still her parents' biological daughter, and they would never harm her. The only one left is her older sister, Ji Chunjiao.

Marquis Anshun learned the truth a year after marrying you, otherwise he would not have consummated the marriage with you.

Even the old lady knows the truth, but they keep using it to pressure you.