After being reborn, I became the apple of my enemy's eye.

Chapter 180 Finding His Weaknesses

"lady."

The old woman rushed forward in a panic and supported the person by the shoulder.

The concubine glared fiercely at the old nanny in front of her and questioned her, "Why can't you even do such a small thing right? That woman, that woman has entered the mansion."

The concubine's desperate accusations.

The old woman's heart skipped a beat. She had almost forgotten about this matter. She was already somewhat uneasy, and when she heard that the woman had come to the mansion, she knew something was wrong.

"Don't be afraid, Mother will take responsibility for what Mother has done."

The concubine pushed her away, saying, "You're going to take the blame? How can you? She's going to climb over me to become the legal wife."

The old woman thought that Zheng Jihua cared about Ning'er and wouldn't let those women climb up in status, but now, what she feared has come true.

The concubine cried out hoarsely, "My lord, you want to marry that woman as your principal wife, and I will be your concubine."

The old woman's heart skipped a beat. She had sacrificed so much for her daughter to get to where she was now, and those vixens could not so easily take away everything they had worked so hard for.

She made a mistake, but now there is still a chance to salvage the situation.

The old woman tightened her grip on the concubine's hand.

"I am here."

The concubine ignored her completely and pushed the old woman away with all her might. The old woman lost her balance and fell to the ground.

The concubine didn't care about her and was thinking of pursuing Zheng Jihua. She couldn't accept it. It was already difficult enough for her to hold onto this position, and she didn't want someone to take it away from her.

She tried to move forward from the old woman's body.

The old woman quickly reached out and grabbed her.

"No."

She was dressed in very thin clothes, and if Zheng Jihua knew that she had rushed out like this, it would only give people something to talk about.

The concubine tried to shake off her hand, but the man in the courtyard came out and took off his outer robe to put it on her.

The nanny, with her sharp eyes, immediately stopped him, saying, "This is not what you should be doing."

The man's hand immediately stopped. He took his concubine's hand and said to her, "Madam, it would be best if we went back and discussed this further."

Tears began to fall from the concubine's eyes. The old nanny got up from the ground, reached out and took the concubine's tears, and held the concubine's arm: "Go back first."

She might be a little flustered, but now that things have come to this point, there's no use being flustered. If a person isn't ruthless, there are too many things they can't protect.

She had an idea in mind. After sending the concubine back to her room, she called the man who had followed her in to stop him.

“Come out with me.”

She led the person to a secluded spot, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then whispered, "Go and find me something."

"what?"

The old woman leaned close to his ear and told him what she wanted.

He immediately nodded in agreement: "Don't worry, I'll be right back. It's just that these things need..."

The old woman took out her purse and stuffed it directly into his sleeve.

"I still need to say these things about how I treat you."

"Of course."

He weighed it in his hand, then immediately walked away with a beaming smile.

The old woman looked around, then turned and went back into the house.

The news of Zheng Jihua's upcoming marriage naturally reached Yan Yun's ears. She wasn't surprised, but hearing from the maids that the groom was someone of unknown origin reminded her of the woman who had given birth.

It seems that she is the woman Zheng Jihua has always longed for.

If the two are truly in love, then Zheng Jihua has achieved something wonderful.

But thinking about the child that Jing Yue took away, that child must not be Zheng Jihua's.

Yan Yun thought for a moment and then sat up in bed.

A maidservant reached out to support Yan Yun.

"Miss, be careful."

The spot where he was stabbed was still throbbing slightly, but Yan Yun didn't feel too much pain.

She pushed away the maid's hand: "I want to go out for a walk."

The maids looked at each other, then brought over a shawl and draped it over Yan Yun.

They only said that the young lady was not allowed to leave the mansion, not that she was not allowed to go out.

Yan Yun stepped into the courtyard. She looked around but found nothing different; everything was the same as usual.

She looked at the courtyard and walked outside.

The maids tried to stop her, saying, "Miss, you are still injured. It would be better for you to rest in the courtyard."

Yan Yun ignored her and walked towards the courtyard where the woman was.

Seeing that Yan Yun did not leave in the direction of the mansion gate, the maids breathed a sigh of relief and followed.

When they arrived at the courtyard where the woman was, there were more people patrolling around than they had expected.

The maids spoke up to stop her, saying, "Miss, let's not go to this courtyard."

Yan Yun ignored their words and went straight in. The people guarding the courtyard immediately came to greet him.

"Miss."

The people who were brought in were under Zheng Jihua's command, and they also stopped Yan Yun from arriving.

"Miss, you can't go in here."

Yan Yun ignored him and continued walking inside.

She took a step forward, and the guards watching the courtyard didn't dare to use force to stop her directly; they could only retreat.

A large number of people disappeared from the mansion at once. Some of them had entered the mansion together, and some news could still be obtained from other places.

As Yan Yun approached the gate, the guards knew that if they didn't do what their master had told them, their fate would be predictable.

Several people gathered in front of the door.

"Miss, you can't come any closer."

Yan Yun reached out and pushed the door open, and the room was filled with warmth.

She looked inside the house and saw that a fire was still burning.

The guards dared not look into the room and immediately turned their heads to the side.

Yan Yun stared straight at the person on the bed. The midwife next to her did not know that Yan Yun was a young lady of the manor, but she could not let a stranger into the room, so she immediately spoke up to stop her: "You can't come in."

The maidservant beside Yan Yun immediately reminded the midwife, "This is the young lady of the manor."

Don't let this midwife speak carelessly and insult the young lady.

Upon hearing that it was a young lady from the household, Zheng Jihua's daughter, the midwife kept her mouth shut and her tone was no longer as cold as before. She was also exceptionally polite to Yan Yun, saying, "Miss, you can't leave the room. Please close the door first."

The more she explained, the worse it would be, so she reached out to push the door open.

Yan Yun pushed aside the maid who was blocking his way and walked straight in.

The midwife tried to stop her, but dared not touch her.

Even with a group of people surrounding him, they couldn't stop Yan Yun.

Yan Yun walked straight to the woman's bed. Under the silk cloth, the woman was holding the child and gently comforting him. It sounded like a song, or like she was murmuring to herself.

The other person looked up at Yan Yun. Although their eyes did not meet, they both knew that they were looking at each other.

Yan Yun reached out and lifted the obscuring material in front of him to see the other person's face clearly. Her complexion was still a little pale from childbirth, but it was still easy to tell that she was a beauty.

Yan Yun looked at the child in her arms and asked what was on his mind: "Is this Zheng Jihua's child?"

When the woman heard the maid say that she was a young lady from the manor, she was unsure of her identity, but she felt that it was similar to what she had thought. She was not the kind of wicked woman who would break up other people's lives, nor did she want her beloved's child to be mistaken for someone else's shameful child.

Looking at the child, she said to Yan Yun, "I have no relation to Zheng Jihua. This child is my husband's child."

Yan Yun could tell that the person in front of her was not lying; the way she looked at the child did not lie.

Worried that her tone wasn't firm enough, she looked into Yan Yun's eyes and said, word by word, "I have absolutely no relationship with Zheng Jihua."

Yan Yun asked her softly, "Then I'll help you leave this mansion, would you be willing?"

Without hesitation, the other party replied, "If you are willing to help, I will be eternally grateful."