The sunset reddened half the sky, and even the people in the fields who were still busy harvesting gradually left. Smoke began to rise from the kitchens in Yejiazhuang. In the old Ye family house, the grandmother yelled: "Old Third's family, are you not going to cook? You've been busy all afternoon without even a sip of hot soup. What do you want to do?"

"Mother, you beat Little Five to death! You're still my mother? You were so cruel. Can you even eat after doing this? My Little Five is only five years old! Little Five, if your soul returns, come back to me. I'll accompany you and die together." Yu wiped her tears, glared at the old woman, and felt like she was about to explode with anger.

In the room, Ye Qingli opened her eyes. The house was poorly lit and rather dim. She squinted around, trying to make sense of where she was. There were only a few wooden stools besides the bed she lay on. A creaking sound echoed through the room. Her head throbbed in pain. She reached up with one hand, but it felt… empty.

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Then, I realized something else! Whose hands are these? They feel so wet. I've never given birth myself, but I have held a few children before. These definitely belong to a child.

I'm innocent. The thought flashed through Ye Qingli's mind, but she felt a strange sense of bewilderment. What was going on? A child, on the verge of death, kept repeating that sentence... Now, reborn into this life, her family wasn't wealthy, but they were far from destitute.

"Ye Qingli, aren't you fine? What are you pretending to be dead for?"

She was dumbfounded and secretly pleased. She didn't see someone enter the room, and she pointed at their nose and scolded, "Third aunt, you really are good at acting! You even ran to my face to make a scene. What a wretch!"

Ye Qingli frowned, who was it? At such a young age, so venomous. A coldness flashed in her eyes, she wasn't willing to stoop to a child's level, but she also couldn't just be bullied and endure it.

"Whose lowlife are you calling out?"

"You filthy wretch!"

Ye Qinglan realized something was wrong and glared fiercely at Ye Qingli: "You stole my things and still don't admit it. Did stretching your muscles feel good?"

Ye Qingli only then realized that the original owner still had one last sentence, "I'm innocent." She was actually wrongly accused and beaten to death. Could this really be her family? In her past life, even if she made a mistake, her grandmother wouldn't do anything but scold her. She couldn't bear to raise her hand. But now?

“Don’t you know this very well?” I was too lazy to argue with this person any longer. His head was still smoking, and his mother was still arguing with her mother-in-law about the child. But since ancient times, filial piety has triumphed over reason even when one is right. I had to stop my mother!

That's right, now that I am Ye Qingli, I will live on as Ye Qingli in the future. Then I must protect my biological mother in this world and can no longer act impulsively.

She glanced at him, still standing in the same spot. "Get out of my room, or I'll call for help!" Ye Qingli's eyes darkened as she pointed at the door, threateningly.

Ye Qinglan stared at Ye Qingli in surprise, her fists clenched. "Fine, wait for me," she said before running away.

In the courtyard, Yu shi wiped her tears: “The third house has been suffering for years, and I can bear it. But why frame Xiao Wu and kill his child alive? Xiao Wu, my precious daughter! It's mother who is useless and has failed you!”

"Shut up. What's there to cry about, you dead girl? Get out of here, or all three of you will get out!" The old woman grabbed a basket from the side and threw it, hitting Yu who was crying in the courtyard.

"Just do it, kill me. You killed one grandson and now you want to kill another daughter-in-law? When all three of us are dead, then you can rest easy."