Jinwei joins hands in rebirth: villains can also eat at the table

Chapter 1 Dream Return

At night, Qixiang Palace.

"It hurts so much...it hurts so much..."

"Ying'er, go and invite the Emperor..."

"...If it's not you, then who is it..."

It was raining heavily, and the raindrops were pouring down with thunder. The bamboo hat could not stop them. The raindrops coming from all directions soaked her palace dress.

This was a garment common to palace maids, yet she had worn it for five years, patching it up countless times. The new clothes she was given each year were snatched away by the people of Qixiang Palace before she even received them. Year after year, her inner garments were patched and patched, and for her outer garments, she even had to beg other sisters for hand-me-downs.

If you look closely, you can see countless shocking scars hidden under the clothes.

Some of these scars were new, some old. Some were deep red, while others had healed but left behind hideous scars. Some of these scars were clearly caused by pinching, sinking deep into the flesh; there were also many long, thin scratches crisscrossing the area.

The most serious thing is the hands burned by wax.

These hands were soaked in water during the day and endured boiling wax at night. Over time, the skin became red, swollen, and blistered, and some parts even began to ulcerate and ooze pus.

She touched it lightly, and felt a piercing pain. Only then did she vaguely realize that all this was real.

Wei Yanwan looked at the pair of hands that were cracked and swollen from years of washing clothes, as if she was in a dream.

A bowl of Crane's Beak Poison went down my throat, and the poison burned every corner it passed through, followed by endless pain, and my internal organs were churning.

She finally managed to survive until the moment of death, and when she opened her eyes, she was reborn.

The palace wall is so high, it's really depressing. I can't get out no matter how hard I try.

But I did get a funny thing. I was reborn with an extra memory in my mind.

Was Ruyi's identity stolen?

All of these people are just characters living in a storybook. The writer of this storybook follows history, and all of them have prototypes, but the author puts all the sins on himself and gives all the benefits to Ruyi.

Yan Wan was dissatisfied. Why was Ruyi so popular and born with everything that others could only dream of? She climbed up step by step from the bottom, but in the end she was only sentenced to "become a ghost, a monster, and regret it?"

If it happens again, she will definitely turn things upside down and let everyone see that she, Wei Yanwan, is not a puppet, nor a tool of their love, hate, and vengeance!

She must live her own life!

Then let her follow the path of Concubine Ling and see how their destinies are intertwined even though they are in different worlds.

Looking at the Yangxin Palace from afar, the man was standing in the brightly lit area, waiting to save her who was stuck in the quagmire.

Yanwan seems to have never known what sincerity and love are.

She said this but was actually extremely frightened.

She has no idea what sincerity is. The more frightened she is, the more greedy she becomes. It seems that only the power in her hands can make her feel at ease.

I only vaguely remember Jinzhong saying to me sincerely, "I am truly sincere to you!"

After Jinzhong's death, time passed and Yanwan sometimes couldn't even remember what he looked like.

Only when I woke up from a dream in the middle of the night did I remember the heavy rain that night. The rain splashed a lot of water on the ground, and everything around was wet. Only that umbrella was completely tilted towards my head.

She didn't know when she became so cruel, and she could only succumb to the temptation of power again and again until she made a big mistake and could not turn back.

Many years later, after drinking a bowl of Hedinghong, when I was about to die, I seemed to see his figure again in a trance.

He hid behind a pillar in the house and watched him. When the person walked away, he frowned and sighed, then came over to help him.

"Alright, alright, stop crying and get up! Look at you, you've been bullied while I'm away, right? Don't be afraid, from now on, I'll continue to protect you..."

Thunder roared, and a flash of white light brought Wei Yanwan's wandering thoughts back.

Thinking of that tall figure, she rushed in regardless of anything.

"Stop, which palace are you from?"

Seeing someone trespassing, Jinbao stepped forward and scolded them.

"Which palace are you from?"

A familiar figure slowly leaned forward, with a smile on his face, staring at her straight.

The dim yellow candlelight from the hall shone on his face, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, making it difficult to see his expression. But the aggressive look in his eyes was hard to ignore.

"I am Ying'er, a maid in Qixiang Palace, and you are Eunuch Li. Concubine Jia is having trouble giving birth, and I would like to invite the Emperor to see her..."

Her originally snow-white face was now soaked by the rain. Crystal clear water droplets slid down her cheeks, rolling to the ground like pearls and disappearing in the water stains.

Her eyes were full of innocence and timidity, which made people feel pity for her.

“…Jinzhong, take Ying’er back to Qixiang Palace…”

Jinzhong was in a daze for some reason. When he heard Li Yu's voice, he seemed to be suddenly awakened from a dream, and the surprise in his eyes disappeared completely.

In those sparkling peach blossom eyes, there was resentment and hatred, and even tears were faintly flashing.

He reached out and slowly took the umbrella, and the two walked towards Qixiang Palace side by side.

Along the way, the umbrella was still tilted towards Yanwan, but it always felt a little different.

From beginning to end, Jinzhong stared straight ahead, without looking to the side, as if he had no intention of speaking.

Yan Wan suddenly understood something. She curled the corners of her lips slightly and let the two of them walk slowly forward, but she inadvertently revealed the cracked scars on her hands.

The hands were bruised and purple, clutching the bamboo hat, and also clutching Jinzhong's heart.

Seeing that they were about to reach the gate of Qixiang Palace, Jinzhong's eyes glanced at her hands from time to time. His heart felt like it was being fried in oil. Seeing her hands red and swollen, his heart ached as well.

Finally, he couldn't help himself and said slowly, "Ying'er, were you bullied in Qixiang Palace?"

As soon as I opened my mouth, I regretted it.

His expression was indifferent, his lips tightly pursed, he was struggling and regretting, why couldn't he help but speak?

"No, no." The corners of Yanwan's mouth curled up even more, and she inadvertently wiped the rain off her cheek with her hand. Her bruised, swollen, and bloody hand once again passed by Jinzhong's eyes.