Rebirth: The First Daughter and the Ruthless Concubine

"pain--"

This was Meng Wan's first feeling when she woke up. Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming chill spread from her limbs to her whole body. The suffocating feeling made Meng Wan instinctively struggle twice.

What's going on? He's clearly dead, but why is the painful feeling still so strong?

A ray of white light flashed through her mind, and she opened her eyes suddenly. The sight she saw shocked her so much that she almost fainted again.

The carved wooden door and layered gauze curtains are swaying gently with the wind blowing from the window, like a pool of blue water swinging. It is clearly the appearance of her boudoir in the Prime Minister's residence...

What's going on? Who rescued her from the palace? But it's not right. A year ago, her father was removed from his official position because he offended Huangfu Qian and was relegated to his home in the south to retire. As a result, the Prime Minister's Mansion was left vacant.

Well, it stands to reason that it wouldn't be this clean and tidy.

and...

She climbed up from the bed with a snap, her movements were light and neat. Although her body was still aching slightly, she took a look and found that there were only a few bruises and no major wounds at all. More importantly, there was nothing strange about her lower abdomen.

this...

It’s simply unbelievable!

A girl in light pink silk clothes brought a basin in from the outside. When she saw Meng Wan sitting there, she was happy. She put down the basin in her hand, opened the gauze curtain, and walked quickly to her: "Miss, you

Finally woke up."

Meng Wan raised her eyes and was shocked again.

The girl in front of her has a clean smile and joy in her eyes. She is standing in front of her prettyly. Who else could be there besides her personal maid with a happy face?

But, how is this possible? She was already twenty years old when she died. Huanyan was the same age as herself and should have been twenty, but the Huanyan in front of her clearly looked like she was only fourteen or fifteen years old...

Seeing that she didn't speak, but just looked at her in astonishment, Huanyan thought she was feeling unwell, so she hurriedly stepped forward and touched her forehead, her little face wrinkled slightly: "You don't have a fever anymore, Miss, you

Does it hurt anywhere else?”

His movements were gentle and his voice was as gentle as ever. For some reason, Meng Wan's eyes suddenly became warm.

Huanyan was her dowry maid, and she was killed by Meng Junyao the year after Meng Wan married Huangfu Qian. I thought I would never see her again in this life, but I didn't expect that one day I would be able to see her again!

Meng Wan's heart moved, and she stretched out her hand to hold Huanyan's little hand.

Startled by her sudden movement, Huanyan was visibly stunned for a moment, then she held Meng Wan's hand with her backhand and pursed her lips with a smile: "Miss, what's wrong? It's so strange. Could it be that you fell and got confused? Just wait.

, I will go find the doctor now."

With a soft word, she hurriedly left. Looking at her back, Meng Wan lost her mind again.

Only then did I remember that in the autumn when she was fifteen years old, she had indeed been seriously ill. The cause was that she slipped and fell down the attic stairs. At the time, she thought it was because she was careless. But now that she thinks about it, I'm afraid it wasn't like that.

Simple.

Meng Junyao was on the side. He sent Nanny Su to ask for the doctor but she still didn't come back. If Huanyan hadn't arrived in time to carry her back, she would have died by then...

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but tighten her fists, looking out the window at the blue sky and white sun, her eyes filled with hatred were shining like stars.

God, if my current awakening is not a dream, if I have eyes to let me live again, I, Meng Wan, swear with my soul that the suffering I suffered in the last life will be doubled by that pair of dogs and men in this life.

.Use their blood to pay homage to my children’s souls in heaven!