Prologue, the abortion incident in the fourth year of the Zhengde era of the Ming Dynasty

Ling Yan, Ling Yan, you have succeeded, you have finally forced me back to my past life, facing Ye Jiao of my previous existence

Heavens, have I been sent into the body of my past life, or have I been sent to hell

Warm liquid continues to flow beneath, ceaselessly.

The old woman looked at me strangely, as if she truly thought I had gone mad with anger. Sympathy gradually welled up in her eyes, and her voice softened a bit: "Ah, it seems you really don't remember! What a pity that the old lady cared for you so much! This year is the fourth year of the Zhengde era, and you are Miss Ye'er!"

But when I returned to my past life, I was actually in the midst of childbirth? To my conscience, I had not even been married before I was sent back to my past life!

In my mind, it was as if a giant thunder had struck, followed by a lightning that illuminated a terrifying and grotesque light. And I, suddenly filled with a desire to be struck dead by the giant thunder.

This is indeed the place I wanted to come to, the past that I must return to face.

Good, good, it has finally come out

The old woman immediately stiffened her face, and the loose lead powder on her cheeks fell off in flakes: "Miss Ye, what do you mean by that? Was it not you who voluntarily offered to provide the purple river car to treat the old lady? What do you mean by reporting to the brocade guard? Is the brocade guard not also under the control of our esteemed Nine Thousand Years? And reporting to the authorities? Who does not know that our Nine Thousand Years is the highest official of the present day?"

I am Ye'er

The Jinyiwei? Nine Thousand Years?

I am truly bewildered

The pain is excruciating, as if a pair of hands has reached into my abdomen, attempting to pull out my internal organs and turn them into minced flesh

After exerting great effort, I was finally able to reach out and take a look, but when I raised my hand, I nearly fainted

I want to laugh, to open my mouth wide, but tears fall straight down, dripping along my cheeks to the corners of my lips, both salty and astringent, unbearably bitter

Wrap the child in a bundle, tightly securing them in a package, and then carry them out...

Purple River Carriage originally refers to the placenta that is shed when a fetus is born, but what this old woman is referring to is ...? ... is the five-month-old fetus that I just gave birth to

Pain, darkness, heaviness, the flickering of firelight and bloodlight alternates

"What are you doing, Miss Ye? Stop talking nonsense!" My body, which had leaned forward, was suddenly pulled back by someone. The old woman beside me grabbed me and exclaimed, "What kind of child is that? It's not even five months old... It's just purple river car, purple river car, merely the medicinal purple river car..."

I voluntarily want to give my fetus to someone for medicinal purposes

In all my dreams about past lives, I have never given birth; the dying smoke of my past life curses me, cursing me for all eternity, never to attain happiness.

I hear the sound of my own hoarse screams, already rendered mute to the point of shattering; while several brightly dressed elderly women are toiling over me, the skin they touch feels as if it is being cut inch by inch, cracking as swiftly as scales shedding, revealing the gory flesh at any moment

I have gone mad, I must be insane! I collapsed onto the inlaid moon bed, gazing at the blood on my hands, the blood on the mattress, and the bloody handprints I pressed beside my pillow. Weakly, I murmured to myself, taking a long time to lift my head, barely managing to pull the corners of my mouth into a faint smile: "Grandmother, I must... be very ill, I can't remember anything. Can you tell me what year it is and what my name is?"

I suddenly found it hard to breathe, half of my body leaning over the edge of the bed, letting out a hoarse cry in a desperate voice: "Hey... where have you taken my child?"

But before I even had the chance to carefully contemplate the terrifying situation at hand, I saw one of the elegantly dressed women wrapping my newborn child in a bundle and walking out...

Finally, someone joyfully shouted out loud, and I too finally felt a sense of relief as a certain extraneous object within me fell away. Gradually, I became aware of my faint breathing and even more so of the excitement of those around me, who eagerly picked up the extraneous object that had fallen from me

I vaguely remember some basic physiological knowledge

Purple River Car

It is wrong, it is wrong! The soul master must have sent me into the wrong body!

This is the fourth year of the Zhengde era, which corresponds to the year 1509 AD, and it is exactly five hundred years apart from the year 2009 AD in which I am currently situated

It is indeed a hand full of fresh blood

Is this ... ... in production?

This weightless dream, oh, separated by five hundred years, who will accompany me? Who will continue? Who can smile at me and say, I will be with you, for a lifetime!

I was completely driven mad, desperately pushing and pulling at the old woman, shouting: "Did you take my fetus for medicine? Are you crazy! Crazy! I will call the police to arrest you... I will sue you..."

Aning, Aning, where are you? In this lifetime, will you still tell me that we will be together forever?