Chapter 2: Reborn at age of 12
General's residence.
Qiwu
courtyard.
The lady's
boudoir is as warm as spring, with layers of beaded curtains and layers of
draping, warm and luxurious.
A
young girl was lying on a warm bed separated by purple thin silk. She is
covered with a floral quilt of yellow silk. A white, clear sleeping face, the
long eyelashes trembling slightly, the pink lips tightly pursed, as if dreaming
of something unpleasant, suddenly the brow tightly knitted, gnashing her teeth
for no apparent reason......
After a
while, the person on the bed fluttered her long eyelashes and slowly opened her
eyes, her eyes like a pool of autumn water, serene and pure. She seemed a
little confused as she looked around the room, her brow furrowed. This place
looks familiar, but?
At this
time, a little maid in a pink cotton dress came forward, fourteen or fifteen
years old, with a long and delightful figure and a face like the full moon,
with a smile under her eyes approached: "Xiaojie, my good Xiaojie,
you are sleeping soundly even though the Lantern festival is about to
start!"
The little girl
on the bed was surprised at the sight and stuttered: “Ren …. Rendong? Why are
you here? What is this place?”
As she said that,
she looked around and got off the ground, but as soon as her feet hit the
ground, she felt that everything had gotten bigger, even the house had gotten
taller!
"Xiaojie,
dare to say, are you confused from your sleep? Where can I go? I've been
waiting for xiaojie to wake up. And Xiaojie, this is the boudoir
you've been staying in ......" Rendong said and laughed, looking at the
confused look on her face and just assuming she was drowsy.
An Qingran
approached the bronze mirror, but saw a familiar face inside, it was herself!
But it was a little smaller. She looked down her hand and feet, and finally
lifted her foot up, and it was a golden lotus no bigger than three inches!(foot binding; check notes)
An Qingran
reached out and pinched her face. She was grinning in pain and slowly the
confusion in her eyes changed to surprise. She was alive again? And she was
living again?
All the real
sense of touch told her it was real, but she still couldn't believe it!
Looking around
once more, this place is exactly as she remembers without the slightest
difference.
Thinking of
Dongfang Ye and An Yanran holding the baby in front of her, a cold light
flashed across her eyes... it seemed that God had taken pity on her and made
her dream come true!
“Rendong, what
year is this?” There was a coldness with excitement on An Qingran's face, and
even in her voice, there was a hidden hatred..
Rendong did not
notice it. When she saw An Qingran questioning her, she smiled: “Xiaojie,
Is this a lantern riddle?”
“Rendong, just
answer me!” said An Qingran turning to the maid with a calm face. She didn’t
want to scare her.
“Xiaojie want to
test the slave. This slave knows, this year is Yun Qi twenty-second year and
today is the Lantern Festival. Xiaojie , why are you testing this slave's
memory?”
"Xiaojie
has come to test nubi. nubi remembers very clearly, this year is
the 22nd year of Yun Qi, and it is the Lantern Festival. My good Xiaojie,
what else do you want to test nubi on?" Rendong looked up at the
young lady with a gleeful smile.
An Qingran
smiled. If this was Yun Qi's twenty-second year, it meant that she was now
twelve years old!
Twelve years old!
She pulled
Rendong's hand and happily shouted while spinning around. Seeing the young lady
acting this way, Rendong asked: “Xiaojie , did you have a good dream?”
“Yes, a very good
dream” replied An Qingran, but her voice at that moment turned cold and filled
with hatred...
An
Qingran finally stopped.
An
Qingran took Rendong’s hand and looked at her with emotion in her eyes:
“Rendong, you have suffered ......"
Rendong did not understand what she meant and looked at her quizzically.
An Qingran knew she didn't understand, in fact she didn't need to understand.
All the past
grievances would be enough for me to remember and understand them alone.
