Rebirth of the Dumb Husband and Wife *COMPLETED*

Chapter 1 Rebirth

Youying, Year Twenty Two, Early spring, and snow.

An old wagon was speeding along the mountain road, and the wagon was tattered as if it would be blown down by the cold wind in the next second.

A rapid sound of coughing came from inside the carriage; Yan Cheng leaned weakly against the inner wall of the carriage, his face was gray and blue and his lips were pale.

No one could have imagined that the owner of the largest cloth village in Kyoto would be kicked out of the house by his own younger brother and sent to the border town overnight.

And his beautiful and delicate concubines, one by one, stood behind his own younger brother as if they had nothing to do with him. In the end, the only one who chose to stay by his side turned out to be his wife, who had been despised by him for 20 years.

Song Jinshu kept coughing, his two slender eyebrows were gently wrinkled together, the drooping slender and curled eyelashes cast a shadow under the eyes, and the cinnabar mole between the eyebrows had been worn away by the years living up to its former glory.

I saw him taking out an oil paper bag from his arms, and a scent wafted out from it.

The carriage jolted violently, and Song Jinshu's body also swayed left and right as if he would be thrown out in the next second. Yan Cheng had no choice but to reach out and take the person into his arms, watching him unwrap the greased paper package to reveal the half-roast chicken inside.

Not expecting Yan Cheng would put him in his arms, Song Jinshu looked up at him with a hint of fear and surprise.

This is half a chicken he secretly picked up from the leftovers in the kitchen while the third brother was not paying attention. He and the master have not eaten for a day. He extended the chicken in his hand towards Yan Cheng's mouth, his dark pupils, hidden behind clear misty water, carefully courted Yan Cheng.

"You can eat with me." Yan Cheng took the roast chicken, tore off the only chicken leg, and brought it to Song Jinshu's mouth.

Song Jinshu looked up at him extolled, but shook his head and rejected Yan Cheng's kindness.

His complexion was even worse than Yan Cheng's, his cheeks were deeply sunken, and now it was even more blue-gray, but even so, he could still see how handsome he was back then.

The carriage wheel hit a stone on the side of the road, and it jolted violently. Song Jinshu's back slammed into the hard inner wall of the carriage, and a hint of redness overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

His time was running out, Song Jinshu leaned against Yan Cheng's arms in awe of the cold, and his eyelids were gently closed to cover those alluring eyes.

Yan Cheng's temperature was transmitted to him through skin-to-skin contact, and Song Jinshu smiled in a trance, not expecting that he would be the one who could accompany the master in the end.

After Yan Cheng finished eating the half chicken, he realized that the person in his arms hadn't moved. He looked down and saw the blood spilling from the corner of Song Jinshu's mouth. He panicked and probed for his breath, only to find that he had already died and his body was gradually freezing.

Great grief swept over him, and tears of remorse welled up in Yan Cheng's cloudy eyes as he grabbed Song Jinshu's hand towards his mouth and kissed it lightly.

Those cracked hands were ugly, and they didn't look like the hands of a beloved husband and wife in a big family. There was also an old red rope tied around his wrist. It was a red rope that Yan Cheng casually threw to Song Jinshu on his birthday, but he never thought that he would wear it like a child for more than 20 years.

Tears poured out of his eyes uncontrollably. Yan Cheng trembled as he hugged the already cold body in his arms, and the corners of his mouth kept rubbing against Song Jinshu's frigid temples.

Song Jinshu had longed for a kiss all his life and finally got it from his husband after he died.

The carriage suddenly rolled over, and Yan Cheng tightly held Song Jinshu. They got slammed onto the wooden floor inside the carriage. He suddenly realized that it was a trap to send him to the border town. His own younger brother clearly wanted to take his life!

The carriage turned over from the cliff, and Yan Cheng's arms held Song Jinshu tightly embraced, closing his lifeless eyes.

His body was smashed onto a sharp rock, and the excruciating pain immediately swept through. Yan Cheng protected Song Jinshu in his arms from getting hurt.

With his gradually dissipating consciousness, like a revolving beacon, the memories from his life played out in front of him.

He saw Song Jinshu being kicked to the ground by him, blood oozing from his legs. It was their first child that they almost lost. Since then, Song Jinshu has suffered from an incurable disease.

He saw that Song Jinshu was driven out to the side room by him in the cold winter, wrapped in a thin quilt, so chilling that he couldn't sleep.

He saw Song Jinshu kneeling in front of him with tears covering his face, begging him not to give the child of his hard labor to his beloved concubine as a stepson.

"Jinshu, if there is a next life for us, I will love you absolutely and I won't let you suffer anymore."

A silver-purple lightning flashed in the sky, landed in the middle of the cliff, and finally dissipated in the air.

The cicadas were buzzing in his ears, and Yan Cheng turned over impatiently and pulled the quilt over his head. Halfway through the action, he suddenly turned over and sat up from the ** (bed).

The maid who was about to wake him up got startled and almost knocked over the washbasin with water in her hand.

"Why is the second master so surprised?"

After speaking, he dipped the towel into the water to soak it, wrung it dry, and placed it in Yan Cheng's hand. Seeing him stunned and motionless, he thought it was a nightmare.

As the maid was about to call the doctor, Yan Cheng grabbed the hem of his clothes from behind. After a bit of staggering, he was able to stand firm.

"What did you call me? What time is it?"

The maid gave the willful young master a coquettish look; answered Yan Cheng, who looked listless, with a puzzled face. "It's been three years since Youying, and the young master is sleeping stupidly."

Is he... reborn??

A tidal wave of joy surged to his brain, and Yan Cheng pulled the maid's wrist in surprise, "Song... Where is Jinshu?"

He couldn't control his strength for a while, and immediately, there was a circle of bruises on the maid's wrist.

He seldom showed this expression in front of the servants. The maid got frightened seeing him like this and replied calmly. "The young master is in the kitchen and making glutinous rice dumplings for you."