Reborn in Each Other’s Bodies: A Mother and Daughter’s Deadly Revenge - Chapter 8

“Antiiiiidote— Someone help— Save me—”

Huang Yaning screamed, but her voice was weak and muffled by the poison coursing through her veins.

Her son and husband had gone to fetch the antidote for her—so why hadn’t they returned? She feared she didn’t have much time left.

“Hahaha, Huang Yaning!

“Did you really think your husband and your three precious sons went to get medicine for you?

“You’ve been fooled!

“The poison on that blade is extremely rare—there’s only one antidote in the world…

“And your beloved husband and sons knew that. Yet without hesitation, they gave that single antidote to ME, leaving you to die…

“They lied to you. Right now, they’re in the front courtyard, pretending to weep while preparing your funeral—”

Huang Yaning had already accepted that the sweet, obedient “daughter” she once knew was a lie—the real Sheng Mingzhu hated her to the bone and wanted her dead.

But she couldn’t believe that her husband of many years and her three beloved sons would deceive her, leaving her to die.

Yet deep down, she knew. Sheng Yong was selfish and ruthless. Now that Sheng Mingzhu was the noble Princess Qi, if only one of them could live, Sheng Yong would choose to sacrifice her.

And her sons? They adored Sheng Mingzhu—especially the eldest and the fifth.

They had tormented their own sister for Sheng Mingzhu’s sake. Was it really so impossible that they’d abandon their own mother for her too?

Huang Yaning glared at Sheng Mingzhu, whose mocking smile was unbearable.

“Oh, you didn’t know? That ‘assassin’ was mine. I wasn’t injured—I wasn’t poisoned!

“I just scratched my arm with a hairpin…

“But your dear husband and sons were so ‘worried’ for me that they chose to sacrifice you to ‘save’ me—

“Hahaha! And now, you’re about to die—bleeding from every orifice!”

Huang Yaning’s vision burned red as something wet trickled from her eyes. Blood.

Sheng Mingzhu’s triumphant voice echoed in her ears.

“Watching you dance in my palm, watching your husband and sons obey my every word—it’s the greatest joy in the world!

“Oh, and one more thing… Your real daughter, Sheng Minmin? She’s dead. And her newborn brat too. They died horribly…

“And it was YOU, her own mother, along with her father and brothers, who killed her—step by step!”

Minmin… is dead?

Her heart twisted in agony—whether from Sheng Mingzhu’s words or the poison devouring it, she didn’t know.

“Every man for himself—don’t blame me. You brought this on yourself.

“But for old times’ sake, I’ll call you this one last time: Mother. Have a pleasant journey to the underworld!”

Rage and bloodlust surged through Huang Yaning, so intense it felt like hell itself had swallowed her.

But she was powerless. Her soul seemed to detach, floating above as she watched her husband and sons mournfully arranging her funeral…

Sheng Mingzhu hadn’t lied.

Her husband. Her sons. They had chosen to let her die.

She hated them. Hated them all—

SMACK!

A sharp slap shattered the vision.

The scenes of her death faded like a receding tide. Her body lurched downward, the sudden weightlessness jolting her awake.

Blinking, she saw a plump figure looming over her, backlit by harsh light.

Her mind was foggy. Was this a dream? An illusion?

“You lazy little bitch! Daring to slack off? One day without a beating, and you think you own the place? Trash!”

Xiao Li’s, as usual, had woken up early to relieve herself. Noticing her mother-in-law wasn’t up yet, she sneaked into the cellar and pocketed a fist-sized sweet potato.

Her two growing boys needed the extra food. She’d hide it in the stove ashes, then sneak it to them later.

Her mother-in-law—also her aunt—had always spoiled her. Stealing potatoes was routine, and no one ever scolded her for it.

But when she reached the kitchen, she found it cold. The stove unlit. The yard unswept. The chickens and pigs unfed.

Furious, she kicked open the woodshed door and slapped the “lazy brat” on the ground.

When the girl just stared blankly instead of begging for mercy, Xiao Li’s grabbed her collar and hurled her outside.

Huang Yaning only snapped back to reality when her back hit the hard ground, pain flaring across her left cheek.

She’d been slapped? Thrown out like garbage?

Rage ignited in her chest.

“How dare you! Guards—”

Her voice froze. It sounded wrong—young and unfamiliar.

Stunned, she looked down at her hands.

Small. Swollen. Rough like carrots.

Her legs were thin and short. One tattered straw sandal clung to her foot; the other lay a few steps away.

This wasn’t her body.

Had she died… and come back as a child?

Her thoughts spun in chaos.

Xiao Li’s sneered at the girl’s audacity. Grabbing a bundle of fire twigs from the shed, she lashed out.

The flexible branches stung like fire, their tiny hairs clinging to the skin, itching unbearably.

Huang Yaning had been born into wealth, pampered by her family. The worst punishment she’d ever endured was kneeling in the ancestral hall for half an hour as a child.

After marriage, she became an official’s wife, then a noblewoman—never suffering a scratch, always treated with respect.

Except for childbirth… and her death.

Now, the pain was unbearable—not just physically, but the humiliation burned worse.

She glared at the cruel woman with pure hatred.