Chapter 1 — Reincarnation Protects the Lover

I dream that I suddenly get sick and die. After I died, my only daughter was treated coldly and oppressed by her husband. The husband married the person he loved in the past. That woman already had a daughter approximately my son's age. Not only did he bully my daughter, he also stole her marriage. He falsely accused my daughter of having an affair with a servant, and eventually forced her to marry him and become a concubine. When my daughter became pregnant, he forced her to take abortion pills, killing one body and two lives. How dare you bully my daughter to that extent? Kill them all. The thing we don't lack the most is human life! When I opened my eyes, the sky outside the window was bright. It's like heaven and earth are congratulating us on being alive again. The maid Bich La held a bowl of silver ear soup and stood next to the bed, respectfully saying:

"My lady is very happy. Today is the eldest lady's nine-year-old birthday. It's already very bustling."

Nine years old. In that dream, my daughter only lived until she was seventeen years old, then was forced to inject abortion pills, one body and two lives. Thinking about the tragic plight of the girl in my dream, my heart bleeds with hatred. I will not forgive any of those people. Bich La was frightened into silence by my expression and asked cautiously:

"Madam, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. I'll go to the lobby right away."

I closed my eyes for a moment. When my husband saw me coming, he gently stepped forward to welcome me:

"The lady is here, sit down quickly. I was talking about you just now."

Anh Nhi is my only daughter, full name is Trieu Minh Anh, nickname A Anh. As soon as the little girl saw me, she immediately called out:

“mother!”

I walked over and patted her head, bent down and kissed her forehead:

“Good boy, how many gifts have you received today?”

“A lot!”

A he held up each finger and counted for me to hear:

"My grandmother gave me a pair of wish-fulfilling jade, my uncle gave me a four-jeweled office set, my aunt gave me a string of pearls..."

After counting halfway, she suddenly remembered something, turned around and picked up a research stone on the small table, as if offering a treasure and lifted it in front of me:

“Look mother, this is what father gave me!”

I lowered my head to look at that study. Made from Doan Khe stone, smooth stone, exquisitely carved. On the forehead of the stone is engraved a long-lived crane and pine pattern, and on the back there is an inscription, inscribed with the name of a great stone-making master of the previous dynasty. At first glance, it is indeed a good thing. But if you look closely, the colors are bland and the lines are rough. It's a fake. In the dream, Zhao Xing also gave him this research stone. He ordered someone to make an imitation, spending less than fifty taels of silver. As for the real long-lasting crane, which was a family heirloom left by his mother, he gave it to the mother and child who were raised in the hospital. The stepdaughter born to his lover, Tan Mong Dao, is three months older than his brother. I raised the study, held it towards the light, and carefully looked at it for a while. Suddenly my wrist rotated and I threw it hard to the ground. A crisp "bang" sound rang out. The study broke into pieces, and debris flew far away. The whole hall was buzzing. Everyone was stunned. The guests all fell silent, the maids and servants knelt on the ground in fear. Ah, I was also startled, my little face turned pale and looked at me. Countenance sudden change in behavior. He stood up and shouted loudly:

"Willow contempt! Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy."

I brushed off the stone powder from my hands and said leisurely:

"It's a fake, a counterfeit product. Is something this tattered worthy of being a birthday gift for my daughter? Trieu Hanh, your An Quoc palace is so poor that there is no rice in the pot, or do you think that my daughter will despise me and only deserve to use fake products?"

His face changed from blue to white, his lips trembled several times. He lowered his voice:

"What nonsense are you talking about? I bought this study with a lot of money from the treasure house, how could it be a fake? You don't know how to look at it, and you still destroy it in front of so many guests, you..."

"I don't know how to look at things?"

I burst out laughing.

"Although I am just a rude person who is used to swinging swords and causing injuries, your late mother was once a famous talented woman in the capital. The necklace she left behind for longevity was seen on the first day I married into the millionaire family. Later, that necklace was passed on to you. You said with your own mouth that you would leave it to the eldest daughter of the millionaire family."

I take a step forward, press the action:

“So, sir, where is the real stone that your mother left behind?”

My pupils suddenly constricted. He opened his mouth and was about to say something when a gentle female voice suddenly rang out from beside him:

"Sister, calm down. The Duke only has good intentions. Is it important for a child's birthday, whether the gift is precious or not? The most important thing is the heart. Wouldn't it make the Duke's heart cold if you openly destroy things like that?"

I turned my head to look towards the source of the voice. The person who spoke was a woman standing in the middle of the crowd of guests behind the meeting. There were so many people just now, I didn't pay attention. At this moment, she took the initiative to speak, and I saw her face clearly. She was in her mid-thirties, very well-groomed, with gentle eyes, wearing an elegant moonlight-white coat, with only a silver hairpin on her head. Among the women full of pearls, she appeared even more elegant and worldly. Next to her was a little girl about ten years old, wearing a light yellow dress, with an appearance that resembled Zhao Hanh by five or six points.