The daughter of the first wife is a black lotus, reborn and remarried to kill

In 2008 AD, in a certain time and space.

The cicadas outside the window were rarely not chirping non-stop, but the sky outside was dark and gloomy, as if it was going to rain.

This is the third day since Song Ningyan came into this world. This place called "welfare home" is very large and there are many children of her age.

But they didn't have their parents around.

Song Ningyan was not panicked about this matter. After all, when she was in Dawei, she was no different from an orphan.

She didn't quite remember how she came into this world. She only remembered that the last thing she saw before she fell into a coma was her stepmother and elder sister.

They pushed themselves into the broken ice lake in the cold winter. Song Ningyan remembered that she had shouted for help, but the servants in the mansion all stood on the shore and watched her struggling desperately in the water with indifference.

Song Ningyan was well aware of this situation. It must be her father, the Marquis of Ding'an, who condoned and tolerated the behavior of the mother and daughter.

Otherwise, the crime of murdering the daughter of the original wife would not be something that the wife of Marquis Ding'an, who was promoted to wife by a concubine, would not have been brave enough to do.

Song Ningyan sank down little by little in the freezing lake water. Gradually, she lost all her strength and closed her eyes resignedly.

This is good, she thought, maybe this way she can see her long-deceased mother.

But she didn't expect that she could open her eyes again.

Then she found herself in this place. Through the mirror here, she knew very well that this body was definitely not her own.

Although the eight-year-old girl was about the same height as herself before her death, she did not have the familiar scar on her forehead.

That was when Song Ningyan was bumped into by the wife of Marquis Ding'an when she was eight years old in Dawei.

The scar was not big, but it always caused a dull pain on her face.

"Ms. Rong, you are finally here. Welcome, welcome."

Song Ningyan was startled by a voice in the distance. It was the director of the welfare home greeting her guests.

The reason why she was curious about this voice was that the lady who came here was surnamed Rong. Coincidentally, her mother in Dawei also had the surname Rong.

Song Ningyan couldn't help but look up, but was shocked by what she saw.

Marquis Ding'an never let her know what her biological mother looked like when she was alive, and he burned or threw away all the portraits of Rong.

The people in this world dress very differently from Dawei, but Song Ningyan could accept it. After all, she was alive after all.

I have barely survived in that cannibalistic house for twelve years. What else is there that I cannot accept?

But she was still attracted by the lady's appearance.

Her natural intimacy made her forget that she should remain silent.

The lady obviously noticed her. From her surprised look, Song Ningyan vaguely felt that the other party seemed to be surprised by her face which was very similar to hers.

Rong Huan had never been in a relationship, nor had he married or had children, so when he saw Song Ningyan, he was almost scared.

The little girl playing alone not far away looked so much like me.

The dean was also sharp-eyed and spoke quickly: "That little girl is Song Ningyan, she is eight years old this year."

The age is a little bit old, but it’s not too difficult to accept.

Rong Huan smiled, and after completing the formalities, he took Song Ningyan back home.

In this world, people call their mothers "Mom".

After following the new mother home, Song Ningyan obediently allowed her to clumsily braid her hair.

*

Song Ningyan has lived with Rong Huan for ten years. This year, it is time for her to go to college.

Unfortunately, on the first day of school, Rong Huan was still very busy.

"Baby, Mommy really wants to accompany you to report to the new school, but unfortunately I can't leave today."

Song Ningyan smiled. She could actually understand it very well. Rong Huan was a strong woman of the new era and had her own career. She would not often disturb her mother.

"It's okay, I can go by myself. We'll have dinner together when I come back on the weekend. Just don't forget to give me living expenses." Song Ningyan joked.

After having breakfast alone, she pulled her suitcase to the new school.

Rong Huan was very busy at work and had no time to take care of her, so he also suggested finding an aunt for her.

But because the servants in her previous life always plotted against her on behalf of Lady Ding'an, Song Ningyan didn't like having servants to take care of her at home.

So, even though she applied to a local university, she still lived on campus and went home on weekends.

Just as she was walking towards the new student registration area, she was suddenly bumped into by a girl who was running by in a hurry.

"Oh, sorry, sorry." The girl seemed very flustered and helped her pick up the things that were knocked off the ground one by one.

Just when Song Ningyan was about to say it was okay, she froze in place when she saw the girl's face.

"Ah Qian?"

Li Qingqian pushed back the ponytail that was hanging in front of her face and asked in confusion, "How do you know my nickname?"

She glanced at Song Ningyan's student badge and smiled as she held out her hand. "So you're a freshman. That's a good opportunity for us to get to know each other. Hello, my name is Li Qingqian, and I'm a year older than you."

Before Song Ningyan could react to what was happening, she reached out to shake his hand back, "Hello, my name is Song Ningyan."

"I'm really sorry, I didn't hurt you, did I?" Li Qingqian thought for a moment and said, "It's just right, my brother will be here soon, I'll ask him to help you move your things to the dormitory building."

Song Ningyan felt a little embarrassed. It was obvious that the Li Qingqian in front of her was not the same Li Qingqian as Dawei.

Over the years, her memory of Dawei became increasingly vague, but she had never forgotten Li Qingqian and that person.

Song Ningyan was about to say no, but Li Qingqian had already waved in a certain direction, "Second brother!"

The young man walked out from under the hibiscus tree, his short hair like black jade had a faint luster, and the skin on his neck was as delicate as jade.

He had a gentle smile on his face, and even in September when the summer had not yet completely faded away, it made people think of winter snow.

Li Qingqian happily introduced him: "Second brother, this is a friend I just met, her name is Song Ningyan, she is a freshman. If you have nothing to do right now, can you help her move her things to school?"

"Then what are you doing?" The boy looked at her unhappily.

Li Qingqian stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, "Changyun and I are going to be late for a date."

"Oh, that's enough. My sister is too old to stay here. Go now and don't keep anyone waiting. I will take good care of your friend."

Li Qingqian then smiled and looked at Song Ningyan, "Then I'll go first, and I'll meet you for dinner later."

After she left, the boy was about to speak to Song Ningyan, but found that Song Ningyan couldn't help but turn her head away.

"Are you not feeling well?" He even forgot to introduce himself and asked with concern.

Song Ningyan didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but she was very familiar with this face.

This person is Li Zhen.