Zhen Huan Reborn as Langya to Cure Yi Syndrome

In the 42nd year of Qianlong's reign, the dull sound of funeral bells echoed in the majestic Forbidden City, adding a touch of desolation to this ancient palace.

Cheng Yun, the chief eunuch of the Cining Palace, cried out in sorrow, "The Empress Dowager has passed away," and all the palace servants knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

Emperor Hongli, lying in front of the sickbed, shed tears secretly. Although he had had conflicts with the Empress Dowager over the years, at this moment, the gentle smile of Empress Wan in her childhood echoed before his eyes.

Zhen Huan's soul left her body and she couldn't help but feel sad when she saw the grieving emperor beside his bed.

The Sixth Prince was adopted when he was young, and it was not easy for them to meet after Lingxi got married. Besides Longyue, the only one who has been with him all these years is this adopted son. Humans are not plants or trees, so how can they be heartless after living together for so many years?

Before she had time to feel sad, a suction force pulled her away from the Forbidden City and into a vast white world.

In the white space, I saw my deceased daughters-in-law and grandchildren who were already waiting there. When they saw me coming, they all knelt down and saluted.

Zhen Huan reached out to support Fu Cha and Lang Ya, who were standing in front of her. "No need to be polite. When a person dies, it's like a light goes out. There's no need to follow the rules of the palace."

Zhen Huan looked at Fucha Langya with a smile. Fucha was gentle, generous, virtuous and filial. Since she left, the atmosphere in the harem has become worse year by year.

That Ulanara Ruyi only cared about love and was lazy all day, making the palace a mess and confusing the hierarchy. Because the emperor was afraid of her, he could only stay away from the gossip and turn a blind eye.

At this moment, Zhen Huan looked at Langya, Xiyue, Lujun, Yihuan, Yanwan, Yonghuang and Yonglian. Many of them had been disliked when they were alive, but now her mind was clear. The strengths of the other party and their filial piety towards her came back to her memory one by one. Her heart was filled with longing and joy, but turned into tears that choked in her throat.

Just as everyone was reminiscing about the past, an emotionless voice suddenly appeared in the white space. "My dear friends, do you know why you are here?"

Zhen Huan asked: "This place is very different from the underworld I heard about in my previous life. I hope this gentleman can help me solve this puzzle."

"This is the Three Thousand Worlds Administration, which is similar to the underworld you mentioned, but also different. The world you live in is one of these three thousand small worlds. The similarity is that your souls return here after death, and you are reincarnated according to your merits and demerits in life; the difference is that the world you live in was created by literati, so you transcend the three realms and do not return to the underworld."

Langya couldn't help but asked in surprise, "Your Excellency, do you mean that the Qing Dynasty we live in is just a world in a storybook, and we are all people in the book?"

"To be precise, the Qing Dynasty existed in the real world, and your historical prototypes also existed in the real world. The literati created you based on their lives. It's just that her writing skills are not good enough and her vision is not broad enough, so that world is full of mistakes and omissions, which makes people laugh."

"This story was later adapted into a play. During the nine months of performance, the actors poured their emotions into it, giving you souls. Real nobles in history saw this play in the underworld, and felt sorry for you being manipulated by the script. They were willing to use their merits to send you a chance to go back and change your life."

"No wonder my fear and jealousy are so inexplicable."

"No wonder my love and hatred were so extreme. My evil thoughts were like bamboo shoots that were watered by the heavy rain that night."

"No wonder I had such wishful thinking and coveted the impossible throne, which harmed my child."

"No wonder, I am so trusting of others. I can't help but do whatever they tell me to do."

"No wonder, I was so reluctant in my heart, but I couldn't help but poison Chunchan, and I was frightened to death by a few broken prayer flags."

Zhen Huan looked at the children in tears and couldn't help thinking that she had longed for the illusory power in her lifetime like a stranded fish longing for water. She was obviously tired of fighting and wanted to enjoy her old age, so why did she still stir up trouble?

After calming down her thoughts, Zhen Huan asked, "Sir, how are we going to use our chance?"