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Chapter Forty-Five: Past Life

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  Ding Min wrote down a hundred "Fu" characters in various fonts on the snow-white rice paper, big and small, scattered but harmonious, all at once. When Ding Min put down her brush, Yue Ru praised from the side, "Not to flatter you, among all the young ladies of the Ding family, your calligraphy is the best. It's always said that Sixth Miss has great talent, but who remembers her today?"

  Ding Min rubbed her slightly sore wrist, and her lips curled up in a satisfied smile as she said, "How can I not say it? I've put in so much hard work! Every day, I practice calligraphy until midnight. No matter how high Ding Ruo's natural talent is, without diligent study and bitter practice, what good would it do?"

  Ding Min recalled the incident when she saw Ding Rou today, her heart sank. Ding Rou had changed, how could she have changed? Wasn't it also... No, definitely not, Ding Min shook off the thoughts in her mind. At this moment, what was most important wasn't Ding Rou, but rather gaining Mother's favor. In the past, Ding Rou first embroidered Buddhist scriptures and then embroidered a screen with 100 auspicious characters as a gift for her elder sister, earning the appreciation of Madame Taifu of Lanling Houfu, which led to that good marriage and their subsequent noble status.

  In this life, Ding Min sent Ding Ruo away to the Zhuangzi, and she didn't have a chance to see the old lady. From the day Ding Min was reborn, from confusion to determination, Ding Min took over all the things Ding Ruo used to do, pleasing her stepmother, distancing herself from her biological mother, embroidering Buddhist scriptures, embroidering screens, reading books, and practicing calligraphy. Ding Min worked hard to be different from her past life, not only learning to calculate but also putting in a lot of effort. In her past life, her handwriting wasn't as good as Ding Ruo's, so she practiced; her embroidery wasn't as exquisite as Ding Ruo's, so she embroidered; she didn't speak as well as Ding Ruo, so she learned. With the experience of over 30 years from her past life, Ding Min was far superior to Ding Ruo, and with her ulterior motives, young Ding Ruo fell into a trap and no longer practiced calligraphy and reading books diligently, but instead compared herself to the eldest daughter, which eventually annoyed the old lady, who sent Ding Ruo away.

  Ding Min felt a little relieved, but Ding Rou appeared again in front of her, making Ding Min's hand tremble and the embroidery needle prick her finger, causing a drop of blood to fall. Hadn't she wanted to forget? Ding Rou was not in the mansion, missing the best opportunity, and the best outcome for this life would be no better than her previous one, fearing that even Ding Min's past self couldn't keep up. The weak and gentle Liu lady couldn't protect Ding Rou either.

  In her past life, her marriage had been arranged by her birth mother, Liu lady, who personally went to ask the old madam, saying it was for her own good, but what was the result?... Ding Min smiled bitterly, wasn't she still imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice's great prison? What about being straightforward and honest? Could that protect his wife and children?

  Ding Min's eyes became moist as she embroidered a character for good fortune. The nightmares of her past life had already passed, but it was a pity for her children. Ding Min sighed, wiping away the tears at the corners of her eyes. In this life, she would definitely give her own children the best of everything.

  Ding Min embroidered by the candlelight until midnight, and only went to rest on the bed when she couldn't hold out any longer. The maid who was keeping watch retreated, and Ding Min's drowsy eyes flashed with countless scenes, as if she had returned to her past life once again.

  "Today, Sixth Miss is getting married, Third Miss, please lend a hand. I remember where the auspicious vase was placed, do you remember, Third Miss?" Dinging Min, who had already gotten married, followed the maid to find the auspicious vase amidst the hustle and bustle of the Man Mansion. As she looked at the lively and luxurious wedding scene, her heart wasn't feeling quite right.

  "As a young lady returns home, let's see how many good things the sixth young lady has brought back. The old master and mistress have come to the door to welcome the sixth young lady, unlike the third young lady and her husband, who didn't even open the main gate."

  "Sixth Miss is Mrs. Hou, but Third Miss married a poor scholar, can they be compared?"

  Ding Min struggled and rolled in her sleep, watching as her past self knelt down to greet Ding Rou, who was smiling but with a hint of arrogance in her eyes. The sisters-in-law surrounded them, laughing and chatting with their mother-in-law, while their father showed extra affection. Who in the noble families of the capital didn't know Ding Rou? Who didn't praise the wife of the Marquis of Lanling, Ding Rou? Her son was appointed as the heir, enjoying great honor and respect wherever he went, with everyone fawning over him. Who still remembered that Ding Rou was a concubine-born daughter, just like Ding Min?

  "Sister Liu, I beg of you, just let Master Hou say a word, save him... For the sake of us growing up together, save my husband..."

  "Ding Min murmured in her sleep, 'Sixth sister, please...' Ding Min was kneeling down in front of the elegantly dressed Ding Rou, begging. Ding Rou only let the maid help Ding Min up and advised, 'Third sister, it's not that I don't want to help, but I really can't. Go back and wait for two more days, I think Third Brother-in-law's situation will take a turn for the better. The Emperor won't heavily punish him. Third Sister, be careful...I shouldn't say this, but Third Brother-in-law is too straightforward, he'll learn from this lesson...'

  "Sixth sister is unwilling to help? The people from the Ministry of Justice have blocked the entrance, and Cheng Er is so scared that he cries straight away. Sixth sister has a heart of stone."

  Third sister, I don't understand.

  I am at a loss, I don't understand heartlessness and injustice.

  Ding Min rushed out, coincidentally bumping into the young master of the Hou Mansion in her mother's arms. The young master had a delicate and refined appearance, dressed much more elegantly than her own son. How could the son of a Hanlin scholar possibly compare to the young master of the Hou Mansion? Ding Min ignored Ding Rou's cries from behind and left the Hou Mansion. Her family was shut down, and after seeking help from her maternal relatives without success, Ding Min could no longer bear it. In a daze, she was kicked flying by an oncoming horse.

  "Ah...... Ah......"

  Ding Min suddenly sat up from the bed, her clothes soaked with cold sweat, her hair stuck to her face. Ding Min clutched at her collar, panting heavily. The maid lifted the curtain: "Third Miss, having a nightmare?"

  Handing the tea bowl to Ding Min, "You first use mouthwash to press a little, there is still more than an hour before dawn, you can sleep for a while."

  Ding Min was the first to go and pay respects to her stepmother every day. Ding Min looked around, took a deep breath, and smiled faintly: "I had a nightmare."

  "Third Miss has too many worries. Nowadays, the young ladies in the manor are all willing to be with you. The eldest lady and the madam both dote on you so much. Third Miss, you're a lucky person indeed."

  After drinking tea, Ding Min wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and lay down again under Yue Ru's service. "Good fortune doesn't come out of thin air. I didn't understand it before, but now I do. No one else thinks about taking away my good fortune."

  In the upper room, the candle was almost burned out. Ding Rou stretched and looked at the plan she had been working on all night with satisfaction. After re-reading it carefully to make sure there were no mistakes, she got up and washed her face with cold water, feeling more refreshed. She pushed open the window and gazed at the sun slowly rising above the horizon, its warm red light shining over the earth. It had been a long time since Ding Rou had stayed up all night making plans like this. She shook her neck and smiled confidently to herself, imitating Scarlett from her favorite novel "Gone with the Wind": "Tomorrow is another day."

  Let me reveal a bit more tonight, in her previous life, Ding Min died too early, but her husband didn't have it that bad. Ah, the previous life was actually quite interesting, you can refer to many novels about concubine-born daughters, don't compare with classic novels, I'm not as good as the great classic novels. Continue to ask for collections, when will they grow up?

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