Yan Guo.

A small country located in the northwest of the Kyushu mainland.

The first snow of early winter fell last night, and the snow and cold snow did not dispel the tension in the palace of King Yan.

Lanzhi Palace is the largest concubine palace in the entire Yan Palace, and it houses Madame Jiang, the only concubine of Yan King Li Chun.

Mrs. Jiang was born with excellent appearance, fair complexion, tall and plump figure, and was a rare beauty.

When he was not married, there were many princes and nobles who traveled thousands of miles just to see Mrs. Jiang's beautiful face.

And at this moment, she is facing a major difficulty in her life.

In the Lanzhi Palace, there was a mournful shout of Mrs. Jiang's son, deafening, hoarse and heavy.

In the curtains floating in the breeze, the encouraging voice of Mama Lin, the midwife, sounded loudly.

"Madame, work hard, you're about to come out!"

"It's coming, it's coming."

The palace maids who were helping on the side also encouraged Mrs. Jiang, who was about to become a mother.

Mrs. Jiang was very painful, the whole person seemed to be suffocated, her voice was hoarse, her muscles burst out, and she was embarrassed by the pain, several palace maids helped her from time to time, a palace maid held a basin of water, and a palace maid took a wet towel to help her wipe her sweat.

From time to time, palace maids come in and out, all of whom perform their own duties in their own work arrangements.

But gradually, Mrs. Jiang's voice lowered, from a loud scream at the beginning to a moan, and finally became hoarse and unpleasant.

It wasn't until Mrs. Jiang's last voice also dissipated into the air, and even the hoarse and ugly voice was gone, that the palace ladies noticed that something was wrong.

The air in the entire hall froze and cooled like winter ice, and no one dared to continue to make a sound.

A palace maid had the courage to touch Mrs. Jiang's forehead, it was full of cold sweat, and she hadn't had time to wipe off the cold sweat.

She went to probe Madame Jiang's snort again, her face was frightened, her ruddy turned pale, and she took two steps back and fell straight to the ground.

The palace maid's outstretched hand still didn't take it back, and she pointed at Mrs. Jiang tremblingly, and everyone was waiting for her to speak.

The palace maid trembled.

"Mrs. Jiang, you're dead."

Everyone's breath was at that moment, as if suffocating.

A palace maid reacted and stumbled out of the door to report.

King Yan has been waiting outside the door.

Everyone was looking at Mrs. Jiang, only Mama Lin was staring closely at the baby who had just dropped her mother's body.

A baby girl who didn't cry, didn't open her eyes, didn't make a move.

A dead baby who wasn't breathing at all.

After a while, the palace ladies realized again that there was something more terrifying than Madame Jiang's death in this palace.

Everyone looked at Mama Lin with a blank face.

Mama Lin has been a midwife in Yanwang Palace for many years, and she has delivered many mothers, but she has never encountered today's situation.

She stiffened her hands and picked up the blanket to wrap the baby girl and pick her up, to probe the baby's snort.

No breathing, no crying.

Mama Lin took heavy steps, turned around, and saw King Yan with a solemn face, and was hurriedly striding in from the outside.

She held the baby girl in her arms, and together with all the palace maids, she knelt down in place, not daring to raise her head or look at King Yan.

There was a deathly silence in the air, and the sound of the wind blowing the curtains, and even the breathing of everyone, was clearly audible at this moment.

King Yan looked fixedly at Mrs. Jiang who was "sleeping" on the bed with her head tilted, her hair was scattered and draped, soaked in cold sweat, her eyes were slightly closed, her face was pale, and her lips were even more white and black.

But she was originally such a beautiful beauty, with skin like clotted fat and hands like soft wattles.

King Yan took a deep breath, his eyes were slightly red, he had lived for so many decades, he thought that he had long forgotten what it was like to be in pain, but at this moment, it hurt his heart.

But he didn't shed tears, and he couldn't have shed tears, because he was the king of Yan.

King Yan turned his head to look at Mama Lin and motioned for her to get up.

To be precise, he was looking at the baby girl in Mama Lin's arms.

Mama Lin had already fallen with strings of tears in her eyes, and her eyes were red and swollen.

"Your Majesty, it's a baby girl."

No crying, no eye opening.

"It's a dead baby."

King Yan took another deep breath and reached out to touch the baby girl's soft face.

This soft face still has the temperature of a mother, as if she will cry in the next second.

"Take the princess and the little princess to bathe and change their clothes, and then go into the coffin."

King Yan stroked his forehead with his hand, looked in the direction of the old man, and his voice was hoarse and low.

Then he dragged his heavy footsteps out of the hall.

Is this God's punishment for him? Isn't it enough to take away his lover, but also his little princess?

Is it really such an unforgivable sin to kill a brother and seize the throne?

King Yan laughed bitterly at himself in his heart.

As soon as he reached the door, a sudden thunderclap sounded in the sky, startling him to look up, which was a precursor to heavy rain.

But it's not the rainy season.

In the Lanzhi Palace behind him, there was a loud cry of a baby girl, and the cry shook the earth, as if it was about to compete with the thunder.

Mama Lin and all the palace maids looked at the baby girl in their arms in surprise and cried with joy, and the little princess cried, opened her eyes, and danced with her hands.

When King Yan heard the cry, he also ran back quickly.

God relented after all.

When Li Suluo regained consciousness, she found that she still had the memories of her previous life, and the pain, hatred, and the harm brought to her by others were all vivid.

So, it's not her afterlife, it's that she's born again.

God gave her a chance to live again.

At the moment when she just got out of her mother's body, Li Suo Luo already had consciousness, but this consciousness was still relatively weak, and she was adapting to this new body little by little.

At that moment, she could keenly feel the solemn and sad atmosphere in her surroundings.

Her mother, at the moment she gave birth to her, completely left this world.

"Thank you, my mother."

Li Suluo prayed silently in his heart.

When she was first able to control this new body, on the one hand, she wanted to attract the attention of others, and on the other hand, it was also the most innocent reaction of a baby girl, because she could not control the baby girl's emotions steadily.

So, suddenly there was a baby girl's cry.

Li Suluo began to slowly accept that he was really reborn to the moment when he was born fifty years ago.

Life is both the beginning and the end; Death is the end and the beginning.

In this case, those who owed her, hated her, and harmed her in her previous life will one day, she will have to get them back one by one.

Slowly, Li Suo Luo was able to control her emotions, and the cry of the little princess gradually subsided.

She could feel the joy that her awakening brought to others, and everyone was cheering and happy for her arrival.

Those who can bring happiness to others are extremely happy themselves.

Li Suluo has not felt this kind of happiness in many years.

She was hugged into an extremely warm embrace, just like when she was a child, her father hugged her tightly and tried his best to protect her.

Oh no, this is the bosom of the father, the father who loved her, appeared in her life again.

It turned out that the rebirth given to her by God not only gave her a chance to live again, but also gave her a chance to regain her beauty.