Rebirth I

So painful! So hot! So uncomfortable!

So death was such a torture. Nangong Yue rolled over and over. She felt as if her body was being set on fire and was on the verge of being burned.

She gasped with difficulty, almost unable to catch her breath, but just at this moment, the fire suddenly went out, and it became colder and colder, as if her entire body was encased in ten thousand years of ice. After a while, it started to burn again, sometimes cold, sometimes hot.

"Ugh …"

She tried to make a sound, but it was as if her body was falling down from the sky. Then, her body felt heavy as she subconsciously opened her eyes.

What entered her vision was a pink canopy with small plum blossoms embroidered on it. It seemed somewhat familiar.

What she was sure of was that this was definitely not the cold palace she had been in for eight years.

She couldn't help but look around. It was a woman's boudoir, beautifully decorated in pink. There was a mahogany dressing table, and on it was a jewel box with a large red lacquer plum blossom and a copper mirror with a water chestnut. The bright sunlight shone through the papered windows, casting a large amount of orange light, making it seem tranquil and warm.

There seemed to be something wrong...

She frowned slightly as her scalp tensed up. She felt a splitting headache coming on. Subconsciously, she raised her hand to rub her forehead, only to discover that her palm had shrunk quite a bit. There was even a bit of baby fat on it, white and tender.

She was dreaming …

"Creaak." Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

The person was slowly walking over with her back facing the light. She was wearing a sky-blue cotton jacket and a jade-green embroidered skirt. Her face was a little blurry from the backlight, but her familiar figure made Nangong Yue's pupils contract in disbelief.

Could it be …

"Third Miss, you've finally woken up. The wet nurse brought the medicine here. Drink it while it's still hot." She immediately handed the wooden tray with the medicine bowls to the servant girl behind her. Then, she quickly walked over to the edge of the bed and bent over to help Nangong Yue.

Nangong Yue's eyes were fixed on her, not moving away from her at all. She was only in her early thirties. Her round face was exceptionally amiable, and her dark eyes looked at her with concern. There was an unconcealable joy in them.

The familiar voice, the young face, and the gentle atmosphere did not change. In her memory, everything that happened before seemed to have become a dream.

An Niang, is it really An Niang?

"Niang...? " She was afraid that if she cried out too loudly, her dreams would be shattered, everything would scatter, and it would hurt even more.

"Third Miss, is there something wrong? "Don't be afraid, the wet nurse is here." An Niang gently supported Nangong Yue. She anxiously examined Nangong Yue for a while before reaching out her hand to probe Nangong Yue's forehead.

An Niang's palms were warm, just like before, even though the calluses were thin from work, but they were so real and warm that they reached the bottom of her heart.

"I, I …" Nangong Yue had one hand on An Niang's left arm, feeling helpless. She wanted to hug her, but she was also afraid of destroying the dream in the next second. She had been waiting hopelessly in the cold palace to die, yet now she was waking up and reverting back to how she was when she was young. Where was her dream …