Written by: Qian Shan Cha Ke
Crying blood and tears, she pledged a poisonous vow. The gods did not fail her. She was sent back to a decade ago. The legitimate daughter of Jiang family returned from hell.
Forget it, whatever. Since they already claim...
Hello guys, it's been quite a while, hope everyone has been well. As announced on our site, we are going on hiatus for some time, but before that, presenting all our lovely readers their promised chapter.
Shout out to irisu and shl for working hard on this chapter on such short notice and despite their extremly busy schedules. Also thanking all Rebirth fans for their understanding and constant support. We hope to come back soon with quality translations (in the meanwhile if you wanna come onboard as translators, we'll be glad to have you join the team). Enjoy the chapter.
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Translated by : irisu, shl, togekiss
Edited by : Anks & Ely
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How I imagine Jiang Su Su doing her white lotus act.
Astonished, Du Juan, who stood beside the Old Jiang Madame, stared at Jiang Ruan and the others as Cai Que quietly stated, "Old Madame, the eldest young miss has arrived."
With her eyes remaining unopened, the Old Jiang Madame remained still and motionless. Lu Zhu was a little uneasy but Jiang Ruan stayed composed and continued standing where she was. In a similar fashion, both Cai Que and Du Juan silently waited off to the side. They neither spoke nor greeted Jiang Ruan, and clearly kept her waiting while giving her the cold shoulder.
Jiang Ruan's gaze was dull and in the silence and absence of either movement or word, she had proceeded to take the measure of the Old Madame. Upon a closer look, there were some discrepancies between her memories of the Old Madame and the person herself. At the time when she first saw her, she had assumed that the Old Jiang Madame could only be an inflexible and severe zumu. However, now that she saw her once more, though she was draped in riches, glory and splendor from head to toe, she had a peaceful bearing. Furthermore, her brows were filled with an icy authoritative and severe demeanour that emanated from her very bones. It was evident that the heart of this furen, who had been praying to Buddha, was not as detached from the worldly desires as was preached in the scriptures in her hand. As for her astuteness and intelligence, perhaps only the person herself knew.
As the time slowly passed, the room remained completely quiet. It seemed that even the sound of a strand of hair dropping on the floor would be clearly heard. Then, after an unknown stretch of time, the old furen on the couch slowly opened her eyes and with a glance, she looked towards Jiang Ruan.
With a serene expression, Jiang Ruan returned her own glance as she stood ramrod straight, yet respectfully.
The Old Jiang Madame then narrowed her eyes and impassively spoke, "Why didn't you greet me at once when you came in? What are you doing, standing there like an immovable stone."
"When I first came in, I noticed that zumu was silently chanting. One has to pray intently and wholeheartedly, otherwise, it would be deemed as insincere. Jiang Ruan did not dare to disrupt zumu." Jiang Ruan smiled, "Yet, it seems that I have still troubled you."
