Rebirth on the wedding night, being doted on by the scumbag elder brother

The baby in her arms was already dead, and her heart was broken into pieces.

Tears mixed with rain flowed down her cheeks.

She held the child tightly, her fingers turning white from the strain.

"Wuwu..." Her crying was drowned out by the heavy rain, but it could not cover up the despair and pain in her heart.

At this moment, a dark figure appeared quietly, as if even colder than the icy rain. "Someone wants to see you," the man said in a cold voice.

Ye Ziru raised her head with empty eyes.

"Who?" she asked.

At this moment, it seemed that there was nothing worth looking forward to in the world for her.

But this sudden news gave her a glimmer of hope, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.

Inside the hall, all the decorations reveal that the owner is of extraordinary status.

Baili Ye stared quietly at the woman in front of him who was soaking wet and covered in mud and blood.

Ye Ziru looked frantically, "Please help me, they took away everything from me and killed my child..."

Thinking of her father's ruthless attitude, Shen Yuming's cold eyes, and the scene in which her only love was snatched from her arms, Ye Ziru's heart was burning with anger.

"They all deserve to be punished," she said through gritted teeth.

Facing such a request, Baili Ye raised a barely perceptible smile and said, "I can help you realize your wish, but what can you give me in return?"

"I..." Ye Ziru was speechless for a moment.

Indeed, she has nothing now.

However, when she heard the other party say, "I want your life," she did not hesitate for long and agreed.

"Okay, my life is yours."

Since she has lost the most precious thing, what does life itself mean to her?

She is willing to pay any price as long as she can avenge her child with her own hands.

Baili Ye nodded with satisfaction, obviously finding the candidate he wanted.

"You don't need to sacrifice your life yet, but there is something you need to do your best to complete." Then, he turned to an inconspicuous young man beside him, "Mu Yan."

As the name fell, the man called Mu Yan bowed slightly and responded: "Yes, sir."

"Change her face." This was the instruction Baili Ye gave him.

"Yes." Mu Yan's expression was calm, without a trace of fluctuation in her eyes.

Ye Ziru raised her head blankly and looked at the two people in front of her.

She recognized the handsome and almost devilish young man—the fourth prince Baili Ye.

Unexpectedly, he was the one who saved me and was willing to help me. But...what does face-changing mean?

Baili Ye stared at her, and after a moment, he said in a cold voice: "From now on, there will no longer be people like Ye Zi in the world."

Ye Ziru's body trembled violently, and an inexplicable feeling surged in her heart.

It turns out that the so-called face-changing is to change her appearance so that she can live with a new identity.

Ye Ziru was silent for a long time, unable to utter a word.

Mu Yan sneered, "The pain of having your skin torn off is not something that most people can endure. If you are afraid, tell me as soon as possible so as not to waste my time and energy."

Ye Ziru stopped trembling, lowered her head and stroked the swaddling clothes in her hands stiffly.

Her child was gone, and she had nothing left to cling to in this world.

As Ye Ziru, she could do nothing but survive.

It is better to change yourself completely, even if it means enduring great pain.

Finally, she raised her head and nodded firmly, "I agree to the face transplant."

"Very good." Mu Yan raised the corner of her mouth with a sarcastic smile, "Come here, take her to the side yard to rest for a few days."

When Ye Ziru was taken away, the blood-stained swaddling clothes in her hand fell to the ground.

Mu Yan frowned and looked at the stains on the ground, fearing that this unclean thing would taint the adults' sight.

"Sir, why did you choose her? There are many strictly trained candidates among the secret guards and they will never make mistakes. If her identity is exposed, won't your plan be completely ruined?" Mu Yan was puzzled.

The lord planned for months, looking for the most suitable chess piece, but in the end he chose such a dirty woman with unknown origins instead of those loyal and reliable secret guards.

Baili Ye walked to the door with his hands behind his back, and the cold wind outside seemed to strike directly into his heart.

He said calmly, "Do you know what is more reliable than loyalty?"

"I don't understand." Mu Yan said in confusion.

Her loyalty to you is unquestionable, and she is willing to die for you. What could be more believable than this?

Baili Ye tilted his head slightly, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, "It's hatred."

"The kind of hatred that is so intense that one wishes to destroy the other's flesh and blood is more reliable than any loyalty."

Baili Ye smiled slightly, and suddenly a woman's face appeared in his mind. Her eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as a picture, and she was as beautiful as a flower.

Although he had seen countless beauties, they were all just superficial beauties in his eyes. Only this woman was deeply engraved in his heart.

Because there was the same hatred hidden in her eyes, and whenever she looked at him, those eyes always revealed a coldness.

Baili Ye lowered his head, clenched his fists, and wondered in his heart: "Why?" He had never had any intersection with Ye Yunzi, and didn't understand why she had such a deep hatred for him.

"Sir?" Mu Yan asked softly upon seeing this. She had never seen Sir with such a complicated expression before, and she didn't know what had made him fall into deep thought.

Ye Er quickly regained her composure, "Ye Ziru is the key, there can't be any mistakes."

"Yes, sir." Mu Yan replied.

At this time, the rain stopped, the cold wind blew, goose feather-like snowflakes began to fall, and the capital city welcomed its first snow.

Ye'er looked up at the sky, and snowflakes fell gently on his sleeves.

"It's snowing," he whispered.

The scene before my eyes is pure white and the scenery is breathtaking.

Mu Yan's face showed a rare excitement in the cold, "Sir, it's really snowing."

Ye Er came back to his senses, looked at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, and said calmly: "It is true."

In a remote and deserted courtyard in the palace, the cold wind was biting and the crows were wailing.

A young man sat dejectedly on the cold ground, with empty wine jugs scattered around him. His hair was disheveled and his face was covered with beard, making him look very sick.

Snowflakes drifted in with the wind, brushing against the young man's cheeks.

He looked up at the gray sky blankly, sneered, reached out for the wine jug beside him, but found that it was empty.

"Wine! Bring me some wine," he roared.

However, the palace was empty, as the service staff had long since left due to years of lonely life.

"Waste, useless thing." In anger, he swung his arms and swept over all the wine jugs on the ground, making a chaotic noise.

Hearing the noise, a woman hurried into the room. Her clothes were washed white, and her face was pretty but with the vicissitudes of time.