Chapter 1 Rebirth

In the night, the wind and snow intensified, swirling the dry leaves in the courtyard that no one had cleaned, creating a desolate and quiet scene.

Inside the house, a dimly lit oil lamp flickered occasionally, making crackling sounds.

The maid Cai'er stirred the charcoal in the brazier and warmed her frozen hands for a while before saying to her companion Bai Lan, "Go to the small kitchen and see if the medicine is ready. Miss has been falling into the water these days, and the medicine has never been delivered on time."

"Let's go later," Bai Lan said with a flicker in her eyes, eventually sighing.

Cai'er could tell what was going on and was about to scold, but considering that Miss Lin Jinhua was still sleeping, she held back her anger and lowered her voice, "These stubborn women, now that the madam has just passed away, they can't wait to cause trouble. They even make excuses to delay making the medicine. Have these servants forgotten that they are from our third branch, not the lackeys of the main branch?"

Cai'er stopped halfway through her scolding. Now that their Lin family was in charge, and with Miss being ill, they had to endure everything.

Bai Lan choked up a bit, looking at the white bed curtains and said, "The master is always away at war, and the people from the main branch seem polite to our madam and Miss on the surface, but they are causing trouble behind the scenes. These opportunistic women, how could they still treat our madam and Miss seriously? It's a pity for our Miss. Now that her birth mother is gone, the capable maids and servants have been driven away by the main madam."

On the bed, Lin Jinhua, who had just woken up, listened quietly to the words of the two maids, tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

She could vaguely see the embroidered plum blossom pattern on the canopy, which her mother had personally embroidered for her. If only she could have been born before her mother's death. Her mother had been absent-minded and melancholic during this time, and her drowning was probably related to her state of mind.

She swallowed the bitterness in her throat, closed her eyes, and the bloody scenes of her past life, the innocent and pitiful child in her arms, her broken legs, and the poisoned wine being forced down her throat, seemed to still be in front of her.

But now that she had been reborn, she would never let the tragedies of her past life happen again. She would tear off all the false masks of a beautiful woman and trample them underfoot!

Her terrifyingly bright eyes stared straight at the dark night outside, as if she wanted to release her overwhelming hatred.

"Wait and see!" She relaxed her tightly clenched teeth, trying to calm herself down, until the sky began to brighten, and she got up alone, walking through the drifting snow towards the front courtyard. Today, she was going to accompany her mother's funeral procession.

Several servants were preparing to carry the coffin, and Lin Jinhua looked from a distance at the middle-aged woman dressed in mourning clothes but with delicate makeup, wiping away a tear without a sound. She felt both sarcastic and hateful, but she knew that now her mother had passed away, and her father was far away at the border, she had no power and had to endure it!

The main madam was silently reprimanding the steward in her heart, "The funeral has only just begun, why did you spend so much money? If I had known, it would have been better to just bury her directly..." Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a chilling gaze with a murderous intent staring at her, making her spine tingle. She turned around abruptly and met Lin Jinhua's deep and icy eyes, which scared her into a scream, and she almost stumbled backward.

After steadying herself, she saw that it was Lin Jinhua and angrily exclaimed, "Why is it you!"

Her disgust and disdain were completely undisguised in her eyes, and Lin Jinhua could see it clearly, but she concealed her hatred and killing intent, and hoarsely said, "I want to accompany my mother's funeral procession. I ask for your permission, Aunt."

"Don't talk nonsense. How can a woman accompany a funeral procession? Go back quickly and don't embarrass yourself here," the main madam said impatiently, glancing at the maidservant beside her, indicating to take her away. But she didn't expect Lin Jinhua to directly kneel on the hard stone floor with a bang, a sound that made everyone gasp.

Lin Jinhua seemed to feel no pain, and she looked up at the sky full of white snow and her mother's dark coffin, trying to remain calm, "I, the daughter, will send you on your final journey, Mother."

As the paper money fluttered down from the sky, accompanied by the relentless wind and snow, it blurred people's vision.

The common people on the roadside saw a slender and fair young girl leading the funeral procession, and they whispered among themselves.

Lin Jinhua paid no attention to the commotion and continued until her mother was buried.

But as soon as she returned to the mansion with the others, the events of her past life began to unfold, such as the graceful and elegant young girl standing in front of her, her elder sister Lin Xiyu, who had pushed her into the water and almost caused her to drown.