Wen Jiayue was reborn.

She was reborn back to the day she gave birth to her daughter.

As the daughter of a minor household marrying into the Marquis Manor, she had married above her station. Her husband, Shen Fuhan, was exceptionally handsome and talented, with a smooth path ahead in his official career.

Although he treated people with distance and coldness, and even she, who shared his bed, was no exception, after four years of marriage, Wen Jiayue believed he at least had some feelings for her.

So, even when the Old Madam disliked her for not bearing a grandson, and her husband’s younger sister was arrogant and unreasonable, she endured it all, wholeheartedly serving her husband and managing the entire Marquis Manor meticulously.

She never imagined that Shen Fuhan was actually involved with the Eldest Princess. She and her daughter were tragically poisoned, meeting a miserable end, unable to rest in peace.

Living again, Wen Jiayue stopped serving. She focused wholeheartedly on taking care of her daughter, only wanting to avoid disaster and not repeat her past mistakes.

As for men…

How could a man compare to her daughter?

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Shen Fuhan kept feeling that his wife had changed recently.

She no longer attended to his daily needs, no longer cared if he was weary, and those smiling almond eyes no longer held any affection for him.

Shen Fuhan paid it no mind. His ambitions lay with the imperial court; he absolutely wouldn’t be hindered by romantic entanglements.

Until, at a flower viewing banquet, he saw Wen Jiayue chatting happily with another man, her gentle face filled with admiration. The talented man and beautiful woman looked like a match made in heaven.

Shen Fuhan watched impassively for a long time. Even as thorns pierced his palm, he felt no pain at all.

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