Reborn in Each Other’s Bodies: A Mother and Daughter’s Deadly Revenge - Chapter 9

“You wretched girl! Useless trash! What’s with that look in your eyes?”

Little Li Shi, seeing that the usually docile Feng Liuya (Sixth Sister Feng) dared to glare at her with such ferocity, felt her anger surge. Cursing, she swung the firewood switch even faster.

Huang Yaning, sprawled on the ground, dodged frantically—but the “whip” seemed to have eyes. No matter how she twisted, it found its mark. Another dozen strikes landed…

Terrified that her hard-won second chance at life might end with a beating from this vicious woman, Huang Yaning finally screamed:
“Help! She’s killing me! Murder—!”

After just a few shouts, a lean old man hurried over.
“Enough, Eldest Daughter-in-Law!” Old Man Feng growled, his face dark.

“Father, this little bitch has turned wicked—skiving off work! I have to discipline her—”

Little Li Shi was fuming. Normally, she could break two switches on this brat without a peep. But today? The girl dared to dodge, scream, fight back? She’d beat her into submission, no matter what.

As the mother of Feng family’s two prized sons (while the second branch had only “worthless” girls), Little Li Shi saw herself as the family’s savior—their lineage depended on her! Too enraged to heed her father-in-law, she kept striking.

Old Man Feng, who prized reputation above all, was livid. He hissed:
“Li Shi! Do you want your sons to attend school or not?”

The threat snapped Little Li Shi back to her senses. School? For her precious boys? She dropped the switch at once, forcing an ingratiating smile.
“D-Don’t be angry, Father! I’ll stop… But when will we send Dabao and Erbao to school?”

Old Man Feng shot her a icy look and walked away.

Six months ago, the village school’s teacher, Scholar Li, had rejected the boys. Worse—rumors spread that the Fengs were “cruel elders” with a “household in discord,” hence the refusal…

When Little Li Shi finally grasped the insult, she’d ranted for days. Her sons, the family’s only heirs, deserved indulgence! What did it matter if the girls worked harder? Even her in-laws didn’t complain—who was that pauper scholar to judge?

The injustice burned. Her brilliant boys needed education! If the village school wouldn’t take them, they’d go to the county academy—she’d make the old couple agree!

With a final hateful spit at the crumpled figure, Little Li Shi waddled off, her bulky frame quivering with indignation.

Later, in the woodshed:

Huang Yaning, now alone, absorbed the body’s memories.

The truth struck her: She’d been reborn inside her biological daughter—Sheng Minmin—at age six.

Here, Minmin wasn’t “Sheng Minmin” yet. She was Feng Liuya, living with the Fengs in Taohua Village, 200 li from the capital.

The Fengs… They were Sheng Mingzhu’s real family.

Memories of Her Past Life:

After marrying into the Sheng household, Huang Yaning had devoted her dowry to advancing Sheng Yong’s career, bearing him three sons in four years. The strain ravaged her; by 20, she looked 30.

During her fourth pregnancy (a miserable ordeal—constant vomiting, pain, blotched skin), Sheng Yong abandoned her bed for his concubines. Heartbroken, she retreated to a hot-spring estate to recuperate.

There, she gave birth to Minmin—but hemorrhaged, falling unconscious for days.

And in that window, the vile Taoniang swapped their babies.

Her real daughter was raised as a peasant, while Taoniang’s child—Sheng Mingzhu—usurped Minmin’s place.

If not for a chance encounter years later (a Sheng bastard spotting Minmin’s uncanny resemblance to Huang Yaning), she’d never have known…

Tears streamed down Huang Yaning’s face. In her past life, she’d doted on Mingzhu, neglecting Minmin—only realizing on her deathbed Mingzhu’s true venom.

And the worst truth: To her husband and sons, she’d never mattered.

How could she have been so blind?

Before dying, Mingzhu had sneered: “You killed Minmin.”

The words haunted her. No—she’d never harm her own child! Even if she’d been cold to Minmin, she’d never—

Her last memory of Minmin: The steward, Old Qi, dragging her home, pregnant, accusing her of adultery. Sheng Yong and her sons had screeched about “shame,” banishing Minmin to an estate.

That day, Minmin—who’d always called her “Madam Huang” instead of “Mother”—had begged on her knees, trembling, terrified…

Huang Yaning’s heart had ached. She’d almost intervened—but then Mingzhu “fainted” in her arms, distracting her…

By the time she looked up, Minmin was gone.

Later, her eldest son Sheng Mingjian secured her a second-rank noble title, drowning her in duties. She’d meant to visit Minmin, but servants claimed “the young mistress is resting at the estate.”

She’d even sent Sheng Mingyi—her second son—to ensure Minmin’s care…

Now, recalling this, Huang Yaning’s head spun.

Sheng Mingyi…

Of her four children (three sons, one daughter), Mingyi had seemed different. While the others worshipped Mingzhu, he’d treated both sisters equally…

But Mingzhu’s dying taunt echoed: “Your sons are dogs…”

Had Mingyi pretended to care for Minmin? Had he lied about protecting her?

Why hadn’t she gone herself?

What happened to Minmin at that estate?

Guilt, regret, and grief tore through her like a blade. She bit her lip until blood filled her mouth—but no physical pain could match the crushing weight of her failure.

What kind of mother was I?

Overwhelmed, Huang Yaning wept until darkness took her again.

When she woke, it was already afternoon.