Forbidden to Bully the Storybook’s Heroine – Chapter 71

The Female Lead in the Storybook

“If you like them, have some more.”

Song Muyun truly hadn’t eaten pastries in a very long time. To be precise, she hadn’t eaten any sort of delicate food in a very long time. During her days in prison, the meals had been nothing but congee or steamed buns. Now, any food that was even slightly better held an immense appeal for her.

“Mm, thank you.”

Even though she was desperate to eat, the well-bred young woman’s movements remained elegant and graceful. She offered her thanks in a soft voice as she ate.

Jiang Yao froze. For such a small thing, her Yun’er would never say thank you.

And yet, this was definitely Yun’er.

What in the world is going on?

She and Song Muyun were together day and night, so of course she knew her own Baby very well. She’d been acting strangely last night, and today she was even stranger.

When her “thank you” received no reply, Song Muyun’s heart skipped a beat. She instinctively looked up at Jiang Yao and saw the doubt in her eyes. Her hand clenched unconsciously. But in the next second, Jiang Yao’s expression cleared, and she looked down to ask gently, “Are you done? Don’t eat too much. I’m taking you to the Family Banquet tonight.”

The Jiang family held a Family Banquet every few days for everyone to eat together. Jiang Yao always brought Song Muyun along.

Muyun was her wife; naturally, she was also a member of the Jiang family.

“The… the Family Banquet?”

The young woman’s eyes widened. She never imagined she would have to attend the Jiang family’s banquet. Panic seized her. The Jiang family… her relationship with every one of them was like a thousand threads and ten thousand strands.¹

She had gotten them all killed.

Dealing with Jiang Huai last night was one thing, but since this was a Family Banquet, wouldn’t everyone from the Jiang family be there?

Song Muyun couldn’t hide the helplessness on her face.

She didn’t dare to see the Jiang family.

“Yes. What’s wrong? Don’t I always take you? Have you forgotten this too?”

Jiang Yao seemed gentle and tolerant. Song Muyun couldn’t help but to get an inch and ask for a foot.² “Can I… can I not go to the banquet?” she asked in a small voice.

She doesn’t want to go, but the old Yun’er never minded the Family Banquet.

Jiang Yao once again suppressed the doubt in her heart and refused Song Muyun without hesitation.

“No. You’re one of my Jiang family. You can’t be absent. Otherwise, my father will think you have a problem with him.”

Can’t be absent…

Song Muyun’s expression instantly soured.

She truly didn’t dare to see the Jiang family. She had killed them.

Jiang Yao stepped forward and gathered her into a light embrace. “Don’t be afraid,” she soothed. “My parents both like you very much. They won’t say anything to you. If they’re going to scold anyone, they’ll scold me.”

Pressed against Jiang Yao’s stomach, Song Muyun felt a long-lost sense of peace and didn’t say a word.

A voice in her heart was always telling her: Don’t be afraid. Jiang Yao will protect you.

That’s right. Jiang Yao is so good to this ‘her,’ she will definitely protect her.

Protect ‘her,’ not me. If Jiang Yao ever finds out that I’m not the original her—that I’m the Song Muyun who once got the entire Jiang family killed—will she still be this good to me?

Song Muyun didn’t know. Her eyes, when she lifted them, were moist with unshed tears, but she fought them back with all her might. She just gave a dazed nod of agreement.

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At dinnertime, Jiang Yao led Song Muyun to the front hall.

A large, round table had been set up. Jiang Huai was already seated. When he saw them arrive, he turned his head away and huffed, still sulking.

Jiang Yao ignored him, turning to Song Muyun. “Don’t be nervous. My father and mother are very gentle people. My Second Uncle and Second Aunt will be here later, too. You might not remember them, but it’s okay. They’re very nice as well.”

Song Muyun nodded lightly but remained silent.

She didn’t dare to look up properly until all the Jiang family elders had arrived, and even then, it was only a fleeting glance.

Prime Minister Jiang is a good man. He never knew what I suffered in the Jiang Residence. It was I who was blinded by hatred.

It was Murong Qing who wanted me to carry this sin, to blame myself for a lifetime.

When all is said and done, it’s all Murong Qing’s fault!

A flicker of hatred crossed Song Muyun’s eyes, but she hid it so well that no one noticed.

Jiang Heng and Jiang Zhi both asked Jiang Yao a few questions, which she answered well. Then Jiang Heng turned to Jiang Huai, who was another story entirely. He couldn’t answer a single question and earned an angry scolding from his father.

Hearing Jiang Huai get yelled at, Song Muyun felt a sense of satisfaction, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

Seeing this, Jiang Yao placed a piece of food in her bowl.

“Try this fish. It’s very fresh and tender. You barely ate anything all day.”

I’m the one who had it the worst. I had to lie there with her until the afternoon without a single bite to eat.

Her stomach was rumbling. She quickly put a few more chopsticks’ worth of food into Song Muyun’s bowl before starting on her own meal.

Her bowl of rice was empty in no time.

Song Muyun glanced over occasionally. When their eyes met and she saw that Jiang Yao’s bowl was nearly clean, she paused, then instinctively placed a piece of meat in it. “You… you should eat slower.”

As expected of my wife, Jiang Yao thought. So considerate.

Madam Jiang noticed the exchange and spoke with a smile. “Yao’er has always been a fast eater. Don’t mind her. You, quickly, try this old duck soup. The flavor is wonderful, and it’s very nourishing.”

It had been a long time since an elder had shown Song Muyun such concern. She quickly lowered her head. “Yes, I… I understand.”

The next moment, Jiang Yao had already ladled a bowl of duck soup and placed it by her hand.

Song Muyun felt her eyes growing hot again.

Seated at the head of the table, Jiang Heng spoke after a moment, asking about the Residence Physician being summoned to Hengwu Courtyard last night.

He had looked them both over and couldn’t see anything wrong with either of them. So why call the physician?

Jiang Yao glanced at her father and, with no intention of hiding anything, answered honestly, “Yun’er said last night that she couldn’t remember things. It gave me a scare, so I had the Residence Physician come take a look.”

Jiang Heng frowned. “And what did the physician say?”

At this, Jiang Yao had to roll her eyes. “He couldn’t find anything wrong. That physician is useless! He can never find anything wrong. It’s so annoying. Thank goodness Muyun doesn’t feel any pain, or I’d be worried sick.”

Jiang Heng pondered this for a moment. “Should I order someone from the palace to have an Imperial Physician take a look at Miss Song?”

“No need. I’ve already sent for a Divine Doctor from Jiangnan. Those Imperial Physicians won’t be able to find anything either.”

Madam Jiang was still worried, her eyes filled with pity. “You poor child, why are you always sick? Don’t be afraid. We’ll find someone to treat you. You’ll get better.”

Song Muyun didn’t even dare to lift her head, silently listening to the elders’ words of concern.

How long has it been since someone cared for me like this?

Second Madam Jiang Yi chimed in, “The Song family’s young lady looks so delicate. It would be best if she practiced martial arts with Yao’er. A strong body is a healthy body.”

“Mm, Second Aunt, don’t you worry. I’ve been teaching her all along.”

“Here, eat more. Fatten up a bit. Maybe all these aches and pains are because you’re too thin.”

Jiang Yao was busy feeding her wife. After a few more words of concern from Jiang Heng, the meal was finally over.

After dinner, Jiang Ru went to find the Eighth Prince. As Jiang Yao and Song Muyun walked through the rear garden, Song Muyun couldn’t seem to focus. She stared blankly into the distance until Jiang Yao ruffled her hair. “What are you thinking about, looking so silly?”

Song Muyun stopped and looked at Jiang Yao—this woman who had once died because of her.

She was so good to her, so gentle.

She couldn’t help but wonder: Could I tell her everything? Could I ask her for help?

But the thought was fleeting. Song Muyun didn’t dare. She didn’t dare to gamble on human nature, didn’t dare to bet on whether Jiang Yao would help her.

After a moment, she turned her head away. “I wasn’t thinking about anything.”

Jiang Yao’s eyes shifted imperceptibly. She rested a hand on a newly formed flower bud in the garden and suddenly asked, “What have you forgotten? Tell me about it.”

Song Muyun’s long lashes drooped. “I’ve forgotten a lot of things,” she said softly. “I have some impressions, but I can’t quite remember them clearly.”

Jiang Yao was a constant presence in her mind—all the ways Jiang Yao had been good to her, her attentiveness, her concern.

“Mm, it’s okay. If there’s anything you have no impression of, you can tell me. Do you still remember Murong Qing?”

It didn’t seem like a big deal last night, but thinking back, it’s not right. Why did she hear ‘Emperor’ when I said I was going to beat up Murong Qing? There’s no way she could have misheard that badly.

The moment she heard Murong Qing’s name, Song Muyun’s body tensed. She kept her head down, and it was a long time before she forced out a single sentence. “I don’t remember him clearly.”

Of course she remembered Murong Qing. But she didn’t know what had happened between this ‘her’ and Murong Qing, so to avoid giving herself away, she could only say she didn’t remember.

Jiang Yao’s expression dimmed slightly. She watched Song Muyun quietly for a moment before speaking. “Do you remember Murong Qing bullying you at Yueshang House?”

Song Muyun went rigid. Her face turned pale. She clearly remembered.

Jiang Yao’s eyes narrowed. “Then do you remember Murong Qing looking for your sister yesterday?”

At this, Song Muyun’s beautiful eyes flew wide open. She shot her head up, looking at Jiang Yao in disbelief, and asked instinctively, “My… my sister?”

Jiang Yao nodded. “That’s right. Your sister. Sheng’er, wasn’t it?”

Song Muyun’s eyelashes trembled violently. She suddenly grabbed Jiang Yao’s hand. Caught off guard, Jiang Yao’s hand was squeezed shut, effortlessly plucking the unopened flower bud.

Jiang Yao: …

Would anyone believe me if I said this had nothing to do with me?

Resigned, she hid the flower bud in her palm and turned her attention back to her rarely flustered Ancestor.³

“What’s wrong? If you have something to say, just say it. No need to get handsy.”⁴

Startled, Song Muyun quickly pulled her hand back, a blush creeping up her cheeks. But she didn’t let the topic drop. In a soft but urgent voice, she asked, “You just mentioned my sister. Where… where is she now?”

Yun’er doesn’t even remember this?

Jiang Yao shared a bed with her; she knew how much her family meant to her. She even remembered Jiang Huai, so there was no reason she wouldn’t remember the Song family.

What is going on?

Thinking of the vision she’d had of the Jiang family’s end, of the Empress Song Muyun standing above all the court officials in her Phoenix Robe,⁵ she felt she was guessing at something. But it was too incredible to believe. She needed to test her further to be sure.

“At the Song Residence. Don’t you remember? We took them back ourselves. And your mother, Madam Song.”

Song Muyun’s eyes grew even wider. “For… forgot,” she murmured. “I forgot. I’ve actually seen my mother…”

In her past life, after the Song family fell into the mud, her mother was exiled to the Borderlands.⁶ She never saw her again. By the time she had finally coaxed Murong Qing into agreeing to bring her family back to the capital, the news of their deaths arrived from the border.

Dead. All of them dead. They had provoked some local ruffians and hooligans and been beaten to death.

But how was that possible?

Her three brothers were skilled in both scholarly and martial pursuits, and they were humble and respectful. How could they have provoked ruffians? And how could they have been hated so much that they had to be beaten to death?

She would never believe that no one had orchestrated it from the shadows.

Having inexplicably arrived in this life, she had thought… she still wouldn’t be able to see her family. She never expected Jiang Yao to say that they had personally taken them home.

Seeing the girl’s eyes fill with tears, looking extremely emotional, Jiang Yao decided to calm her down first. “But your mother has already passed away. I’m sorry. I called for the Imperial Physicians, but your mother’s health wasn’t good.”

Song Muyun froze, her face turning pale again. Her thin frame looked as if it might collapse at any moment.

Jiang Yao leaned down and hugged her, her tone helpless. “It was already hard enough coaxing you. You finally get better, and then you get amnesia. This is just great. Now I have to start all over again.”

This is so hard.

“Don’t you dare cry. Last time, your tears soaked my clothes.”

Song Muyun held back her tears. Then she heard Jiang Yao say, “Don’t be sad, either. How about I take you to buy some jewelry?”

This she remembered. She remembered Jiang Yao taking that her to buy jewelry, picking out only the most beautiful and ornate pieces.

Even though they were the same person, Song Muyun was still envious of that her. To have someone treat her so well, to get everything she had fought for her entire life to obtain without having to suffer for it.

The fact that she could be held and comforted now was only because she was reaping the benefits of that her‘s good fortune.

After a moment, Song Muyun reluctantly pulled away from the warm embrace. She held onto Jiang Yao’s hand, not letting go, and pleaded softly, “Can you… can you take me to the Song Residence to have a look?”

Of course she could.

Jiang Yao nodded in agreement. She led Song Muyun out of the residence, and in the carriage, she asked another question. “Do you remember how you came home with me?”

Home is Hengwu Courtyard. I know that.

But how did I go back with her?

This…

Since Jiang Yao mentioned Yueshang House, it means I was sent to a Music House in this life, too. So when did things start to change? Was it after I entered the Jiang Residence?

In my past life, Murong Qing brought me to the Jiang Residence. In this life…

Song Muyun didn’t speak. Jiang Yao watched her, offering a small hint. “It had to do with Murong Qing. Remember now?”

She let out a small sigh of relief. A polite, gentle smile touched her lips. “I remember now. Murong Qing brought me to the Jiang Residence, and I ran into you, right?”

The young woman looked at Jiang Yao with an expression of hopeful apprehension.

Jiang Yao’s face remained unchanged, but in her heart, heaven-storming giant waves⁷ were crashing.

The one Murong Qing brought to the Jiang Residence wasn’t my Little Ancestor. It was her—the tragic female lead from the storybook.⁸

Her hand, hidden in her sleeve, clenched into a tight fist. But her voice was soft as she praised her. “Mm, that’s right. Ah Yun, you’re so smart to remember. How about a hug? It’s a reward.”

She opened her arms in invitation.

I shouldn’t go, Song Muyun thought. But her heart stirred with a longing for that embrace, a desire to be held and coaxed and cherished by her.

In the end, she couldn’t fight the will of her body. She obediently went over and sat down right in Jiang Yao’s lap.

Jiang Yao held her and sighed deeply, though she didn’t say why. She just wrapped her arms gently around her, patting her back every now and then.

So the soul from another world that’s been clinging to Yun’er is the tragic Yun’er from the storybook? she thought. She’s suffered so much. It really breaks your heart.

But…

In the storybook, she ends up liking Murong Qing.

A worried look crossed Jiang Yao’s face. She was terrified that Muyun truly liked Murong Qing and would forbid her from opposing him. For one, she couldn’t accept the woman she loved liking someone else. For another, the Jiang family had already offended Murong Qing; there was absolutely no turning back. If Murong Qing ascended the throne, there would be no good end for the Jiang family.

Whatever. I’ll see what Muyun says. And… the Abbot said her resentment is extremely heavy, that her heart is full of hatred. Why is that? Weren’t she and Murong Qing living happily ever after? What is there to hate? What is there to resent?

I’ll have to observe a little longer.

They arrived at the Song Residence shortly after.

Jiang Yao got out of the carriage first. Song Muyun, in her haste to follow, was about to jump down when she stumbled. Luckily, Jiang Yao was there to catch her, holding her steady before setting her on the ground.

Song Muyun paid no mind to being held and immediately started for the courtyard. Seeing her urgency, Jiang Yao hurried after her and grabbed the back of her collar. Song Muyun was practically dragged along, her beautiful eyes glaring at Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao sighed, touched her own forehead in exasperation, and then tapped Song Muyun’s. “Did you forget? Your uncles and aunts didn’t hire any guards, so the main gate is always closed. We always climb over the wall.”⁹

Song Muyun: ?

More than a little confusion appeared on her face. “Climb… climb the wall? How are we supposed to get in?”

I don’t know how to climb a wall! How could my uncles and aunts let me enter like this!

The girl’s eyes were filled with disbelief. Jiang Yao just smiled. She slipped a hand around that slender waist, and with a light leap, they were inside the Song Residence.

It happened so fast that Song Muyun didn’t even have time to react. She stared blankly at Jiang Yao until a poke to the back of her head made her jump back two steps, a look of fright on her face. “You… you… how did you…”

How could you bring me in like this?! You scared me to death!

Jiang Yao, however, very naturally took Song Muyun’s delicate, jade-like fingers in her own and started walking inside, completely unbothered by her accusation. “Isn’t this how we always come in?”

Song Muyun was stunned. We… always come in like this?

And I was willing to enter the residence with Jiang Yao in such a manner, like a thief?

At that moment, Song Muyun felt like she didn’t even recognize herself anymore.

She could only trail dazedly behind Jiang Yao until a few familiar yet strange figures appeared before her. It had been so long since she’d seen them…

She instantly forgot all about Jiang Yao, her eyes filling with tears. The next moment, she ran forward and threw her arms around her younger sister, Song Yusheng, who had just spotted her.

Song Yusheng, completely enveloped in the hug, managed to hug her back and called out obediently, “Eldest Sister.”

Beside Song Yusheng was her fourth brother, Song Xuandong. His eyes lit up when he saw Song Muyun. “Eldest Sister! You’re back! Are you feeling better? Does your head still hurt?”

She had been carried away that day because of a headache.

It had been a long time since Song Muyun had cried, but now she couldn’t hold it in any longer. Tears streamed down her face.

Jiang Yao had intended to let the family have their reunion, but seeing Song Muyun cry, her heart ached. She immediately went over, took the girl’s delicate shoulders, and turned her around to face her. She sighed heavily and reached out to wipe the wet tears from her face, her voice thick with unconcealed sympathy. “I brought you back to see your family, so why are you crying now? Stop crying, you’re making my heart ache. Stop, stop. I’m sure your uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters don’t want to see you like this either.”

Jiang Yao cooed and wiped as she spoke.

The two younger siblings had no idea what was going on. They were so scared they just stood there, nodding vigorously.

Song Muyun sniffled. Her expression was exactly the same as Yun’er’s.

“I’m… I’m not crying. Don’t be like this.”

She wasn’t, after all, the Xiao Yun’er who was used to being so close to Jiang Yao. Once she calmed down, she immediately felt embarrassed and turned her head away to stop her from wiping her tears.

Jiang Yao had no choice but to withdraw her tear-stained hand and let her go talk to her siblings.

After talking with her brother and sister, she wanted to see her uncles and aunts. Afraid she would cry again, Jiang Yao had to take her. But she still cried—on the way home. She wouldn’t say why, just sat by herself, silently weeping. It was a heart-wrenching sight.

Jiang Yao softened her voice. “Want to come over for a hug?”

She was trying to coax her.

The girl hugged her knees and cried. Jiang Yao held out a hand and asked again, “Want a hug? It’s more comfortable to cry in my arms.”

Her directness made Song Muyun stiffen. She silently turned her back to Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao: …

She still had no idea what she’d said wrong.

“Yun’er, how about some pastries? Is your mouth dry from crying? Here, have some water.”

She asked tentatively, only to get a muffled reply from the girl. “I wasn’t crying.”

Jiang Yao: …

Alright, so she hasn’t lost that prideful streak.

“Okay, okay. My eyes must have been playing tricks on me. How could our Yun’er cry? Yun’er is the strongest. She never cries, right?”

Song Muyun, having had a high hat put on her,¹⁰ pursed her lips and didn’t dare to speak, afraid her voice would come out choked with tears, which would be even more embarrassing.

She never thought Jiang Yao would talk to her in a tone used for coaxing a child. Not even her own parents had ever spoken to her like that.

The girl’s cheeks were bright red. She lowered her watery eyes, not daring to look at Jiang Yao at all.

Jiang Yao was still trying to lure her over. If her wife was now the one from the storybook who had suffered so many grievances, it truly made her heart soften. She absolutely had to dote on her properly.

“Ah Yun, come here. How about I feed you some water? You used to love sitting in my lap to drink water.”

She was lying, taking advantage of the fact that the girl didn’t remember anything and didn’t want to reveal her ignorance.

Though the girl had lived an extra life, she was still a sucker for kindness. She was easily tricked into Jiang Yao’s arms to be held and fed water.

She was just as shy as Xiao Yun’er. As she took small sips of water from Jiang Yao’s hand, a blush spread across her cheeks, and her jade-white ears turned red. It was rather cute.

Jiang Yao squinted, thinking.

The person in her arms drank silently. At first, she would only take one sip, but Jiang Yao coaxed her into drinking more, one sip at a time. When the cup was empty, she finally lifted her red-rimmed eyes, pursed her rosy lips, and asked softly, “I’m done. Is that okay?”

Tsk, no matter which version, My Wife is still My Wife. So obedient, so delightful.

Jiang Yao held her without replying. Instead, she called out to the driver, “Stop at Zhenbao Pavilion. This young miss needs to pick out a few things.”

A gruff male voice answered from outside. “Understood, Miss.”

Then Jiang Yao looked down at the woman in her arms, whose eyes were shining brightly. On any other day, she would have leaned in and pecked her on the lips.

But not today. Today, she just pressed her face against the other’s soft cheek, rubbing it up and down.

“I’ll take you to Zhenbao Pavilion to buy some jewelry in a bit. Don’t worry about saving my money. Pick out whatever you like.”

Jiang Yao didn’t usually spend money. She was very self-aware: money was for her wife. If she couldn’t win a wife, there was no point in having so much money.

Song Muyun’s thick, long lashes drooped, hiding her inscrutable phoenix eyes.¹¹ After a moment, she asked in a low voice, “Do you often take… me to buy jewelry?”

She actually remembered this scene. Jiang Yao had taken her to buy jewelry, very expensive jewelry. Whatever she wanted, Jiang Yao bought for her.

“Mm,” Jiang Yao answered lazily.

Song Muyun didn’t say yes or no, just leaned against Jiang Yao, lost in thought.

Soon, they arrived at Zhenbao Pavilion.

She led Song Muyun out of the carriage. Muyun had been distracted all day, and she was afraid she would fall, so she was especially careful about watching the ground for her.

This was a level of attentiveness that many men lacked.

The ladies and noblewomen walking by heard Jiang Yao say, “Be careful. Lift your foot, there’s a step. There’s a thin pillar ahead, don’t bump into it.”

Suddenly, they felt that marrying a man wasn’t so great after all. A woman was so much better! A woman could always give another woman what she wanted.

And men…

One woman, who had come to pick out jewelry with her husband, suddenly turned and glared at him. “Useless thing,” she snapped.

Then she turned and walked away alone.

The man was left standing there, bewildered, with no idea why he had just been cursed out.

It took Song Muyun a while to come to her senses. She was really being treated like a child by Jiang Yao, being reminded of such small things. Her cheeks flushed as she poked Jiang Yao’s arm. “You… stop it. I’ll watch myself. I won’t fall.”

Jiang Yao snorted. “Who knows? What if you’re clumsy?”

“You… you’re the clumsy one!”

The girl was annoyed. She had been clever since she was young. Jiang Yao was the first person to ever call her clumsy. This… this was infuriating.

“Alright, alright, I’m clumsy, I’m clumsy. Why are you getting angry? I’m just teasing you.”

Jiang Yao knew her limits. Seeing that she was about to get angry, she immediately leaned in with a cheeky and smiling¹² expression to coax her into backing down.

And Song Muyun truly couldn’t stay angry. She just glared at Jiang Yao a couple of times with her watery, almond-shaped phoenix eyes, which filled Jiang Yao with delight.

That’s the feeling. Perfect.

Jiang Yao led her up to the second floor. She was just looking for a piece of jewelry that caught her eye when someone called out to her. It was a gentle, graceful female voice. “Elder Cousin, are you here to look at jewelry too? And you brought Miss Song with you?”

She turned to see a young lady from her maternal grandmother’s family, Liang Suxin.¹³ With her was a woman who looked as if she had lost her soul and spirit,¹⁴ her energy completely drained. It was Liang Suxin’s younger sister, Liang Suqiu.¹⁵

That look of having lost one’s soul and spirit is probably because her beloved Murong Qing is engaged.

A faint smile touched Jiang Yao’s lips as she greeted them. “Cousin, you’re here to look at jewelry too?”

“Yes. Suqiu has been in low spirits these past few days, so I brought her out to take her mind off things.”

“Mm. Go ahead and look. If you see anything you like, buy it. Put it on my account.”

Jiang Yao was extremely generous. For one, she had the money. For another, this was her mother’s family, so she had to give them some face.

But as soon as she said this, Liang Suqiu, who had been listless just a moment ago, suddenly brightened, a flash of joy in her eyes.

Jiang Yao paused. Sister, your love for Murong Qing isn’t that deep if a few pieces of jewelry can fix it.

Song Muyun watched Jiang Yao quietly. So she buys jewelry for other people too. I thought it was just for me.

Then again, Jiang Yao has many relatives and a straightforward personality. She must have many friends, too. Not like me.

A strange unhappiness bloomed in the girl’s heart. She turned her head away, no longer looking at Jiang Yao.

Liang Suxin was naturally too embarrassed to accept Jiang Yao’s things for free and quickly tried to refuse. But Jiang Yao was no cheapskate. She made up her mind without a second thought and told them to hurry up and buy what they wanted and not to be polite.

The two had no choice but to thank her, one with resignation, the other with veiled excitement.

When Jiang Yao turned back, she was met with her Ancestor’s unhappy expression.

She knew Muyun too well—so well that the moment she saw her pout, she knew she was unhappy again.

The strikingly beautiful woman stood by the staircase and sighed to herself. Well, I don’t know why she’s angry, but I’d better start coaxing.

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The author has something to say:

Actually, I’ve planned a few Extra Chapters for this female lead. They’re all rebirth extras. She will indeed disappear, and the original Yun’er will come back. I’ll write rebirth extras specifically for her, probably about her being reborn and taking the initiative to find Yao’er and ask for her protection. I personally really like the rebirth genre and often write rebirth extras in my stories~ So when we get to the extras, please don’t complain that there are too many rebirth IF lines¹⁶ QAQ

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