Rebirth: Revenge of the Fallen

"Why?" Song Qingyu, the wife of the crown prince of Earl Zhongyong's Manor, was forced to kneel on the ground by two strong servants and looked up at her sister incredulously, Song Yuanzhu.

When she heard that her sister had been divorced by Duke Cheng, she ignored the fact that she was pregnant for five months and the ridicule and opposition of others and took her sister to Zhou Family to comfort her. She even planned to give Song Yuanzhu her dowry so that the sister could find a good husband.

"Why?" Song Yuanzhu repeated her legitimate sister's words innocently, as if she did not understand why the person in front of her was so stupid.

Song Yuanzhu looked down at Song Qingyu, who was lying on the ground. Seeing that she was no longer as noble and gorgeous as before because of her messy hair, Song Yuanzhu felt very happy and giggled.

"Of course it's because you're in my way. If you don't die, how can I marry Zhou Chengling and give birth to my child justifiably? You've suppressed me for 18 years. I won't let your child suppress my child forever?"

Song Qingyu gritted her teeth as she said, "You... you are pregnant? Whose child is it?" Never had it occurred to her that her sister, whom she had loved dearly, would kill her for a man. Could it be that their sisterhood was that cheap?

Song Yuanzhu looked at Song Qingyu with disdain, and the smile on her face deepened. "Of course it's the child of your dear husband, Zhou Chengling. He said that a womanizer like you is embarrassing even for a day in the Zhou family."

"You're talking nonsense!" Song Qingyu had been betrothed to Zhou Chengling since she was a child. They grew up together. After getting married, she thought that she was a good wife and mother. She had been planning for her husband's family all the time. How could it be...

"You don't believe me? Hmph, we don't know who made you pregnant, which bastard made Zhou Chengling a cuckold, but Zhou Chengling doesn't like you for a long time. You still want to continue being the young mistress of the Zhou family? To tell you the truth, Zhou Chengling wanted to send you to the brothel to vent the hatred in his heart. It's all thanks to your younger sister, me. In order to accumulate virtue for the child in my belly, you were able to leave in the name of the young mistress of the Zhou family. After you die, you must be grateful to me, my good elder sister..."

In an instant, Song Qingyu felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her mind was almost blank. How could it be possible?

How could her child not be Zhou Chengling's? For a moment, she was so stunned that she forgot to struggle. The maidservant held the medicine bowl and poured the medicine into her throat without any obstruction. Song Qingyu felt a sharp pain in her stomach, and blood slowly oozed out of her lower body. She seemed to be wakened and began to struggle again.

"My child!"

"It's just a bastard. Everyone wants this child to disappear as soon as possible, but you're so determined to protect it. I have to thank you for your persistence. Otherwise, how could Zhou Chengling dislike you so much."

Song Qingyu suddenly laughed out loud when she saw this absurd and almost unreal scene. Her low and fierce laughter was filled with resentment and hatred. As the poison penetrated her internal organs, blood slowly seeped out of her seven apertures, making her look like an evil spirit.

It's fake! It's all fake! In her life, she was like a joke. She regarded her enemy as her closest relative and regarded the wolf as her husband. What kind of self-righteous hypocrisy had she been living in for the past 20 years?

Finally, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength. Her body slowly lost strength, but her eyes still stared at the woman in front of her as if she was unwilling to admit defeat. Her black hair was scattered, and her lower body was stained with blood, which made her look like an evil spirit.

If there was an afterlife...

She wanted these people who had deceived her to suffer the consequences and never be able to reincarnate!

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Qingyu once thought that she had been confined after coming to hell. She felt so dizzy that she did not even have the strength to move her fingers. Her mind seemed to be confined by something and she could not think normally.

After an unknown period of time, she finally came to her senses. All kinds of memories flashed through her mind, and tears of grief slowly slid down her face.

After an unknown period of time, she vaguely felt that someone seemed to have helped her sit on the couch, and the distant voices were intermittent.

She woke up and felt dizzy for a while. Finally, she could hear some words. "Leave quickly. Ask the coachman to come over as soon as possible. It won't be good if the effect of the medicine passes."

Slowly, she used all her strength to think about the words around her. The two maidservants who were supporting her walked out of the room as they chatted in low voices.

"Be gentle. If First Miss wakes up, Younger Miss will definitely blame you for making a mistake."

"After doing such a scandal in Princess An's Manor, how can she still be called the First Miss? I'm afraid that she will be inferior to me in the future!"

A coachman? Miss? The Princess An's Manor? These words poked at the most unbearable scene in Song Qingyu's heart. Song Qingyu struggled angrily and finally woke up from the darkness.

Song Qingyu blinked. It seemed that someone had poisoned the child in her belly to death a moment ago, but at this moment, she was clearly in a quiet bedroom.

Her mind was in a mess, and she looked around in a daze. This place looked so familiar. Had she been reborn?

She looked down at the jade bracelet left by her mother on her delicate arm. No, she was still Song Qingyu. This jade bracelet was a relic left by her mother, and she had always carried it with her. When Song Qingyu was 15, Song Yuanzhu said that she liked it very much and took it away from Song Qingyu like a spoiled child. Since then, Song Yuanzhu had been taking it with her every day and never left her arm.

Only before 15 years old, this bracelet belonged to Song Qingyu.

Wait, 15 years old?

Song Qingyu suddenly remembered something. She knew where she was! When she was 15, she went to the Princess An's Manor for a banquet with her stepmother and younger sister. Then, something happened that ruined her whole life.

It was because of this matter that she had changed from a famous legitimate daughter of the Minister's Manor to the laughing stock of all the noblewomen in the Capital. Everyone would mock her for being shameless when they mentioned her.

Therefore, she was very grateful to Zhou Chengling, who was willing to marry her. After marriage, she spent money to pave the way for him, and she compromised to his indifference and indignity in all kinds of ways!

Could it be that she didn't die, but returned to the night when she fell into that nightmare again?

Song Qingyu felt her heart beating wildly. After repeatedly confirming that it was not hallucinating, an indescribable ecstasy instantly welled up in her heart!

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something and looked out of the door. When she heard a familiar voice outside the door, she sneered.

In her previous life, she had been blind to have been defeated by such a clumsy trick. It was all because of her trust. This time, she would make them suffer the consequences of their own actions!

Outside the door, Bai Wei pushed the door open a little and saw her lying on her side like a docile baby beast. Bai Wei nodded at the person who was waiting outside.

After a while, the door creaked open, and a man with heavy footsteps hurried in and went straight to the bed.

"What an exquisite figure. She is indeed a stunning little girl. With such delicate skin and tender flesh, I am willing to give you money, let alone do it with benefit."

When the lame coachman pounced on Song Qingyu like a vicious dog, Song Qingyu rolled inside all of a sudden, raised the hairpin in her hands, and stabbed it into the coachman's eyes heavily. Immediately, blood splashed in all directions.

Song Qingyu kicked him off the bed. After that, she picked up the porcelain pillow on the bed and smashed it on his head heavily. A large amount of blood flowed out of the wound in an instant. Soon, the blood spread on the ground.

Hearing the faint footsteps outside, Song Qingyu quickly bypassed the bloodstains and climbed out of the window dexterously. In the end, she did not forget to close the window carefully from the outside.

Song Qingyu was running freely in Princess An's Manor after she escaped. It was not until this moment when she changed what was supposed to happen that she was really sure that she had got another chance of this life.

The air was so fresh that she couldn't help but be overjoyed and cry!

The scene of her crying and laughing was seen by the man hidden aside. A happy smile appeared on her beautiful face from time to time under the moonlight. Her dark eyes were as bright as stars, and she looked mysterious and distant, like an immortal from another world. She was really breathtakingly beautiful.

After the ecstasy, Song Qingyu calmed down and tidied up her somewhat messy hair bun. She knew that at this moment, a fight must have taken place on the other side. Her good sister, Song Yuanzhu, must have blocked the entrance with the madams and ladies, just like Song Yuanzhu had done in the previous life. They all wanted to see a good show.

So, she naturally couldn't be absent...

She took off her bloodstained coat and prepared to take a shortcut to the door of the wing room.

Today, she was wearing a snow-white knitted gauze dress that her father had customized for her in the Splendid Pavilion. Before she went out, Song Yuanzhu felt that the red folding dress was not as good as her fairy-like one, so Song Yuanzhu was very unhappy.

In order to make Song Qingyu happy, Song Qingyu had to put on a vermilion coat outside, which made her look a few years older. Only then did Song Yuanzhu get into the carriage with her awkwardly.

At this moment, she'd taken off her outer clothes and tossed them casually, causing her to seem as if she'd thrown away a layer of burdens, and it made her seem like she possessed a slender waist and long legs, causing her to look extraordinary.

"Elder Sister, Elder Sister, are you awake?" Song Yuanzhu and three to four other noble ladies walked over hand in hand. They gently knocked on the door and asked. At the same time, Song Yuanzhu turned to talk to the woman beside her. "When we arrived today, my sister said that she was a little dizzy. We had no choice but to let her rest here for a while. I don't know if she is all right now."

As soon as she finished speaking, a man's groan came from the room. The women outside the door looked at each other. Song Yuanzhu was overjoyed, but she continued to knock on the door with an ignorant look on her face. "Sister, are you awake inside? If you wake up, I'll come in!"

Then, Song Yuanzhu pushed the door open, and the scene in the room came into view.

A man in grey was lying on his back on a pool of blood. He covered his eyes with one hand, and a large amount of blood flowed out of his fingers. He curled up into a bow and groaned in a low voice. When he saw someone coming, he weakly shouted, "Help, help!"

Those noble ladies had never seen such a bloody scene, so they immediately screamed in horror.

Song Yuanzhu was also astonished by this scene and her mind went blank. She should have seen the coachman insulting Song Qingyu. Why had Song Qingyu disappeared? Why had the coachman been attacked and almost died? Could it be that her plan had been exposed?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but turn pale.

As soon as she turned her head, she suddenly pointed at the person who was coming over as if she had seen a ghost. "Why are you here?"

Song Qingyu took a detour and arrived at the gate of the courtyard. She ran into her stepmother, who was leading a large group of people.

Under her stepmother's ghastly gaze, Song Qingyu went up and gave an impeccable salute. Then, she heard several young girls screaming in the courtyard. She entered the side courtyard with these madams and was just in time to bump into Song Yuanzhu.

Everyone turned to look at Song Yuanzhu, not understanding why she was staring at her sister as if Song Qingyu was a ghost. Mrs. Song, Wang Yingxue, could only scold her with a straight face. "You little girl, it's just that you didn't see your sister in the room. Why are you making such a fuss!"

The implication was that Song Qingyu had been resting in this room, but somehow she appeared outside. Could it be that this murder had something to do with her?