Ye Jingchuan had never seen Song Chuyi in such a state—Song Chuyi, who always seemed to have a solution even if the sky were falling, had actually become so lost and distracted after seeing a child. To him, this seemed utterly bizarre.

“What’s wrong with you?” He was somewhat puzzled and felt that Han Zhi’s smile just now was particularly uncomfortable: “Why were you chasing after a child everywhere for no good reason?”

Song Chuyi was startled by the question. After a long while, she finally came back to her senses and slowly shook her head.

The appearance of that child who looked so much like Ran’geer was obviously unusual. She couldn’t very well tell Ye Jingchuan that this was her son from her previous life, could she?

Qing Tao and Luyi ran forward hurriedly. Seeing that Song Chuyi was safe and sound, they breathed a sigh of relief, while also unable to help complaining: “Miss, really! How could you suddenly just run off like that? You frightened Sister Yushu and Nanny Xu terribly—they’re looking for you everywhere.”

Song Chuyi was somewhat absent-minded. Even after entering Old Madam Song’s room, she was still listless and unable to muster any energy.

Old Madam Song’s room was as warm as spring, with the charcoal fire burning vigorously. At the moment, she was laughing and chatting with Xiang Mingzi. When she saw Song Chuyi’s appearance, she first raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Speaking of which, ever since the dispute with Song Chumi and subsequent illness, she had never seen Song Chuyi show such a confused and helpless expression.

She calmly beckoned Song Chuyi to come sit beside her. When she reached out to take her hand, the shock in her heart deepened another layer—Song Chuyi’s palms were currently ice-cold, unlike those of a living person, yet she kept breaking out in cold sweat.

“What’s happened?” Old Madam Song held her hand, revealing some anger: “How did you end up in such a state?! Were you frightened by something just now?”

Xiang Mingzi also brushed aside in surprise the hair stuck to Song Chuyi’s forehead by sweat, turning her head in shock to look at Old Madam Song: “Grandmother, why does little sister keep breaking out in cold sweat?”

Old Madam Song reached out to feel Song Chuyi’s forehead. Her smile immediately fell, and she turned her head to instruct Nanny Huang: “Quickly go outside and invite the physician accompanying Young Master Han!”

Because Han Zhi’s health was poor, among those traveling with him was a highly skilled retired imperial physician. It was natural for Old Madam Song to think of the imperial physician at his side.

But Song Chuyi couldn’t help shivering.

She always felt something was wrong about this situation—there simply weren’t such coincidences in this world. How could a child who looked exactly like Ran’geer suddenly appear out of thin air, and happen by chance to be Han Zhi’s cousin, and even by chance allow herself to encounter him?

If it wasn’t a coincidence, then how did Han Zhi know that Ran’geer and this child looked exactly alike, and deliberately bring this child before her?

And what was his purpose in doing this?

Most importantly, she herself had been reborn. If Ran’geer truly also had such an opportunity to be reborn, then how should she treat him?

In the evening, Han Zhi handed the child over to the wet nurse and met with Imperial Physician Lin, who had gone to examine Song Chuyi, in his study: “Well? How is it?”

Imperial Physician Lin respectfully cupped his hands, stroking his beard and shaking his head: “Nothing serious at all. It’s just that young ladies are inexperienced—a fright and she developed a confused fever. Tonight the fever will break, and after recuperating for a while, she’ll be fine.”

Hearing this, the young servant who was sitting by the window with his orchid fingers raised while flipping through a book couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He looked at Han Zhi with a rather malicious smile: “Look, look, look—the legendary fearless Sixth Miss Song was scared to tears by you just like that. You’ve alerted the enemy like this; be careful she doesn’t deal with you the same way she dealt with Xingfu, not even leaving you a whole corpse.”

Han Zhi smiled indifferently with a sneer, tossed the letter in his hand into the charcoal brazier, and turned his head to look at the servant, his face still showing an interested smile: “Yanjun, I have to say, if it were you and you suddenly saw someone who looked exactly like a deceased person, you’d probably be frightened even worse.”

He glanced at Imperial Physician Lin, who sensibly took his leave and exited.

Seeing Imperial Physician Lin leave, Wei Yanjun straightened up and sat on Han Zhi’s lap, leaning against his shoulder and gently biting his shoulder with some teasing as he smiled: “I’d probably be frightened even worse than her. But speaking of which, by letting her know so early that you might know about her origins, aren’t you afraid she’ll deal with you the same way she dealt with Xingfu?”

The smile on Han Zhi’s face became increasingly sinister: “Xingfu was a fool who knew nothing. Am I like that? But these young ladies of the Song family all seem somewhat uncanny. At first, I thought Song Eight was uncanny enough, but who knew this Song Six would be even more uncanny. If you ask me, they should all be burned in one fire just like they burned Wang Jiu—one fire and it would all be over.”

Wei Yanjun wrapped his arms around his neck and intimately kissed his neck, lazily resting his head on his shoulder and shaking his head dismissively: “Even if you were willing, others might not be. She knows future events—what a rare treasure that is! If you really burned her to death, be careful Her Ladyship would burn you too.”

Han Zhi picked him up in one movement and tossed him onto the bed, then immediately leaned over and pressed him beneath him: “That’s not all. This girl is both clever and ruthless, yet she also has a maternal family with deep foundations and a powerful paternal family in power. In the future, she’ll be of tremendous assistance to Her Ladyship and my cousin.”

At the third watch, Song Chuyi suddenly woke. She stared wide-eyed and dazedly at the canopy decorated with light purple smoke-mist and hundred-flowers pattern hanging above the bed, spacing out for a long while before sitting up.

Qing Tao was alert and immediately sat up from the footstool. She first lifted the bed curtain to feel Song Chuyi’s forehead, then breathed a sigh of relief and recited a Buddhist phrase: “Thank heaven and earth, the fever has finally broken.”

Nanny Xu, who was keeping watch in the outer room, also heard the movement. She hurriedly threw on her clothes and entered the room. Seeing Song Chuyi’s eyes staring blankly ahead, she quickly stepped forward to embrace her, calling out with concern: “Miss, would you like some water?”

Song Chuyi turned her neck. Seeing the furnishings that were completely different from the Duke of Yingguo’s manor in her previous life, she finally relaxed her tightly tensed body and quietly nodded.

She had had a dream. The events of her previous life had passed through her dream like a revolving lantern. She watched with her own eyes as Ran’geer and Song Yan died before her once again. Her entire being felt as if she had been mixed with wet cotton and thrown into water, her heart beating several beats slower.

Han Zhi, who in her previous life had been no simple character and could become close friends with Song Chuning and Shen Qingrang, had appeared again in this life and even brought a cousin who looked exactly like Ran’geer. What did he want to do?

Or had Han Zhi already established some connection with Song Chuning and learned about her past affairs?

Or perhaps, he himself was simply someone who had been reborn once?

Her gaze gradually focused, shining brightly and startlingly in the darkness of the night.