When Ji Yuying sensed her mother entering the dining area, she looked up and saw Ji Suyin frozen in shock.
"Yinyin?? Wh–why are you out of bed?" Ji Suyin stammered.
But what she really wanted to ask was—how was she even able to get out of bed?
Wasn't she was sick and almost paralyzed?
Looking at her mother's aging appearance, Ji Yuying's gaze dimmed slightly.
Now that her primordial immortal soul had been healed, much of her past life's personality had also awakened.
After reliving her previous life not just once, but thirty-three times, and cultivating for dozens of millennia, it would be strange not to change.
First, she had lost her own mother at a young age and raised her infant brother while supporting her emotionally broken father.
After her step-grandmother arrived, she not only had to help raise her step-siblings but also endure constant biased treatment.
As a top beauty with a high IQ, she was later admitted to one of the top universities in the country, but her step-siblings schemed against her—and she lost her virtue.
She lost her reputation and all her prestige within just a few years. And after her grandfather's death, she lost her claim to the family's properties and assets—assets she herself had helped grow.
After being exiled, and due to the Ji family's pressure, she couldn't even get a decent job and was forced to do hard labor.
This woman—her mother—had been losing ever since giving birth to her. Yet never once did she complain.
For Ji Yuying, her mother was the greatest gift heaven had ever given her.
Clearing her head, Ji Yuying smiled at her mother and gestured for her to sit.
Ji Suyin slowly settled into the chair across from her daughter. She picked up the bowl and walked over to the basin to wash it.
The older woman silently watched her daughter's movements—elegant and unhurried—as she cleaned the plates and bowls. She studied how much her daughter's appearance had changed.
Gone was the fragile girl who always looked like she might faint at any moment. Now, she stood tall and proud, like a sharpened spear.
There was a subtle pressure around her—as if she were silently telling the world not to come too close.
More than anything, she had become breathtakingly beautiful. The dull, yellowish complexion was gone. Her skin now looked fair and smooth, like polished porcelain.
Even while wearing simple, faded pajamas, her beauty was mesmerizing.
She looked like a fairy who had descended from the heavens.
Ji Suyin didn't disturb her while she finished cleaning, even though she was desperate to speak.
A few minutes later, Ji Yuying returned from the kitchen and took the seat across from her mother.
Even though the night was hot, not a single drop of sweat could be seen on her face.
As she sat down, she already had a good idea of what her mother wanted to ask.
So she spoke first.
"Mother, I'm cured now," Ji Yuying said with a soft smile.
At first, Ji Suyin was simply stunned—but hearing those words, confirming what she had suspected, her emotions surged.
Her eyes welled up with tears of joy, though she hesitated to ask how this miracle had occurred.
Sensing her mother's hesitation, Ji Yuying chose her words carefully, hoping to find out whether her mother knew anything about Shunya's abilities.
"It seems… it's due to Shunya's…" she began, watching her mother's expression closely.
To her surprise, Ji Suyin turned completely serious—then shocked.
"So that grass was really a miracle herb?!" exclaimed Ji Suyin, stunned.
"Grass?" Ji Yuying blinked in confusion.
"Yeah," Ji Suyin began explaining. "Shunya fell into a trap set by some swindler pretending to be a traditional medicine master. The guy passed off some random grass as a miracle herb and scammed Shunya out of his money."
As much as she loved that boy, she still found him a little too innocently naive.
"But it looks like that grass really turned out to be a miracle herb!" Ji Suyin continued cheerfully.
"That grass…?" A dreadful feeling crept up in Ji Yuying's heart, though she still asked calmly.
"How long has he been giving me that so-called herb?" she asked, her voice serene but laced with fury.
"For a month or two, I guess," said Ji Suyin, clasping her hands together in prayer, silently thanking the heavens for their fortune.
Ji Yuying ignored her mother's enthusiastic prayers.
Heaven? It meant nothing to her.
She had already surpassed it once.
And then thirty-three more times after that.
What concerned her now was that idiot husband of hers.
"For two whole months… he's been feeding me random grass like I'm some kind of cow?!"
How infuriating.
AHHHHHH!!!
Suddenly, a loud scream and the sound of running echoed through the house.
Shunya burst into the hall, where his mother-in-law and wife were seated.
His face was pale with panic, and he was visibly shaking.
"Mother! I'll carry Yinyin—let's run!" he shouted.
Then he turned to look at his peerless wife—who sat there expressionless, though her left eye twitched ever so slightly in annoyance.
"Yinyin! Get on my back! We have to run from this place!" Shunya yelled urgently.
Ji Suyin was stunned by the sudden outburst from her lovable son-in-law.
"Wh–what happened?" she asked, startled.
Shunya turned to her and shouted, "Mother-in-law! There's a ghost in the bathroom!!"
"A ghost?!" Ji Yuying frowned.
Was that fake master of his still feeding him more nonsense?
Ji Suyin calmly tried to settle Shunya and asked gently, "Shunya, what exactly happened?"
"I was clea—" Shunya began, but Ji Yuying cut him off.
"He slipped and fell," she said, a faint blush dusting her cheeks, though her voice remained calm.
"Ohh…" thought the older woman in the room.
Shunya did have a tendency to exaggerate things sometimes.
"But I—" Shunya started again, only to be cut off once more by Ji Yuying.
"You. Slipped. And fell," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
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End of Chapter 3