Chapter 21
Just as Ning Muyan and Bai Lan had left Xi Jin Garden, a boy of twelve or thirteen, bearing some […]
Ning Muyan had always been composed and proper, but once, he overstepped boundaries—at his own top scholar’s banquet.
He was tricked into an encounter that accidentally took the chastity of a young man from a humble family, leaving him no choice but to take the boy as his concubine.
The young man was timid, uneducated, and had never been able to get along with the scholar Ning Muyan, who was busy with his family’s ambitions. Even after years of marriage, the young man had never earned a proper glance from him.
When political upheavals struck, the Ning family was imprisoned. The gentle official wife left upon hearing the news, servants stole the family fortune and fled…
As the family scattered in crisis, only the young man, long neglected, worked tirelessly to connect with people and smooth matters.
In the end, during a three-thousand-mile exile, he fell ill with the plague and died in suffering.
In Ning Muyan’s old age, looking back, all honors and wealth faded like clouds—but he could never forget that person.
When he closed his eyes, he unexpectedly returned to that young age, at the banquet for the top scholar, and on the bed was a tearful young man…
Jiang Bailan had never imagined that, after dying, he would be reborn—and, unlucky as it was, he returned to the very day he had lost his virginity.
Looking back, he felt that life had been far too bitter.
Being a concubine was harder than being a monk.
No matter what, he couldn’t repeat the same mistakes.
So he decisively threatened the top scholar:
“If you dare tell anyone about this, I… I’ll go around saying you are the one who can’t perform!”
Ning Muyan: ?
“Can’t perform? I can prove my own innocence!”
Reading Notes:
Double rebirth, main character is the submissive; a “ge’er” story.
Both protagonists are pure; explanations about descendants and future events will follow.
Medical knowledge in the story is fictional beyond basic theory—do not imitate.
The setting is largely fictional; logic may not always hold.
Tags: Parenthood, Farming, Rebirth, Sweet Romance
Keywords: Main: Jiang Bailan, Ning Muyan | Others: —
One-line summary: Treasure the person in front of you.
Theme: Treasure the person in front of you.
VIP Recommendation: Doctor Jiang Bailan, in his previous life, was forced by fate to become a concubine in a wealthy, influential household. Born humble, he silently admired his accomplished husband. He assumed the person under the dazzling light never cared for him, and ended life with regrets—only to find himself reborn. This time, he was once again entangled in the same man’s fate. As he unraveled misunderstandings, he discovered that the man’s heart had always mirrored his own.
The story leans toward daily life and warm, slice-of-life romance, showing two lovers overcoming misunderstandings and difficulties to reunite. Smoothly written, with both tears and laughter, it is a story worth reading.
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Bai Lan handed the medicine box to San Leng and led Ning Zhengyu straight to the study. At the door,
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Once Bai Lan found things to occupy himself, his days grew busier than ever. He prepared the Xuán Líng pain-relief
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The fact that the Old Madam’s headaches could be treated was excellent news for everyone in the household. The elderly
“Ah! Doctor Xiao Jiang, you’ve finally arrived! I’ve been waiting and waiting for you to check the pulse—I was getting
A few days later, early in the morning, Bai Lan heard a ruckus outside. He climbed out of bed. “What’s
“Brother, you were hurt today. Don’t bother with other things—rest early.” Back at the Ning residence, Ning Zhengyu eagerly followed
“Young… Young Master?” Bai Lan asked cautiously. “May I… may I leave?” Ning Muyan said nothing. His mouth felt bitter;
A knock sounded at the door. “Who is it?” “It’s me.” Hearing Ning Muyan’s voice, Bai Lan put down the
“You… what are you doing here?” Bai Lan stammered, words jumbled. “When did you—arrive?” Ning Zhengyu trembled, pointing at him.
The next morning, before dawn, Bai Lan vaguely heard the servants muttering under the eaves that it had snowed. He
Ning Zhengyu spent most of the morning at the Dimo Garden. After lunch there with Ning Muyan, he returned home
“I… am with child.” Hearing this, Bai Lan’s face broke into a sincere smile. Though he had suspected it, hearing
Bai Lan counted the days anxiously as Ning Muyan’s departure for the capital drew near. In the garden, servants bustled
The two sat across from each other at the table, silence stretching between them. The room was quiet, as both
Bai Lan held his bundles, turning his face away from Ning Muyan. The two sat in the carriage, the air