The iron gate opened, a woman dressed in prison attire clutching a yellowed dossier in her hand.

Behind her, a prison guard's indifferent voice sounded, "Be a good person after you get out."

Be a good person?

She smiled indifferently, and memories of the original owner of this body--Ye Qinghuan, gradually surfaced.

Ye Qinghuan was born into a prestigious family in Yanjing. Her father became addicted to gambling and the family eventually fell into decline. By the age of 16, her mother had died due to illness. In less than three years, her father remarried and even introduced a step-sister who was several years younger than her into the family. From then on, her status in the Ye family plummeted.

Her stepmother bullied her at home, while her younger step-sister took her beloved boyfriend away.

She endured it all until she was 22, and in order to consolidate the Ye family's status in Yanjing City, her father, without hesitation, married her off to the eldest disabled young master of a military-political family, Shao Yunchen.

Shao Yunchen had been in a military training accident that led to his half-body disability. He was impotent and might depend on others for everyday life for the rest of his life.

Her status in her marital home was humble and she suffered a great deal of cold treatment.

Finally, she was accused of 'manslaughter', put on trial, and sentenced to three years of imprisonment.

Occurrences from three years ago felt like they just happened yesterday, everything is vivid in her memory.

Sitting in the taxi, looking at the scenery outside the window, her slender fingers clenched tightly onto the edge of her clothes.

Ye Qinghuan's life, it seems, was spent constantly being oppressed, constantly compromising. Hence, at her most desperate moment in prison, she made the choice to leave this world, hence allowing her soul to be reborn.

She possesses all the memories of Ye Qinghuan that she doesn't want to recall.

The taxi drove for more than half an hour and finally slowly entered an unassuming three-story western mansion situated on the hillside.

She pulled out the last paper bill from her pocket, thanked the seller, and then walked towards the villa's front door.

She rang the doorbell.

"Miss Ye?" The butler who opened the door seemed startled upon seeing her, immediately corrected himself, "Oh no, the Young Lady? Is the Young Lady back?"

Ye Qinghuan had been gone for three whole years, three years of being entirely out of touch.

Even though the Shao family held vast power, they didn't lift a single finger to help. It was as if they wished she would die in prison, showing just how much they disapproved of this daughter-in-law.

So, when the butler suddenly saw her now, of course, he was quite surprised.

But still, he quickly took out a pair of slippers from the entrance and placed them at her feet.

"Hold on!" Before she could even step into them, a dignified and luxurious woman came down the stairs. The rosy cheongsam she was wearing brought out her good complexion, a large emerald ring adorned her middle finger and her makeup was courteous.

She took a casual glance and her face darkened, "Are you planning to curse the Shao family again by wearing such unlucky clothes? Aunt Mei, hurry, take her to the small room next door to shower and change into clean clothes. Don't bring any germs into our house! Our Yun Chen's health just improved, he can't handle her causing trouble again!"

Immediately, a woman walked up to her and made a gesture, "Young Lady, please follow me."

They wanted her to leave.

And the so-called small room next door was the place reserved for servants to bathe. It was dirty and messy, they were treating her like a servant.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, but not wanting to argue, she simply put down the slippers, "Very well, Mother."

That said, she turned around and followed the servant away.

The noble lady was taken aback, seemingly in disbelief, especially at her last word 'Mother,' which struck a particularly jarring note in her ears.

Ye Qinghuan used to always call her 'Aunt' and 'Aunty,' this was the first time she called her 'Mother.'

She had a strange feeling that this woman seemed different from three years ago.

But where specifically did she differ? The lady found herself unable to express it, after all, her appearance was still the same.