Rebirth Of The Strongest Female Emperor Chapter 2: Reborn (1)
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Agonizing torment crept silently through Ye Qingtang’s entire body. An excruciating agony seemed to consume her utterly. Her eyes flew open in a flash, yet she was nowhere near the snow-blanketed summits of Lingyun Mountain anymore.
“Tang Tang, you’re finally awake.” A weary voice rang beside Ye Qingtang’s ears.
That voice sent a shock through Ye Qingtang.
This voice…
How many years had elapsed since she last heard it?
Ye Qingtang’s gaze instinctively turned toward the sound, landing on a haggard-faced middle-aged man standing right by her side.
“Father…” Ye Qingtang’s eyes widened in utter disbelief at the sight. As she struggled to rise, the middle-aged man steadied her.
Ye Ling, patriarch of the Ye Family, looked at his daughter with deep concern. “Tang Tang, your body hasn’t healed since your spirit root shattered. You must rest more. Don’t try to get up so quickly.”
Ye Qingtang’s eyes grew even wider. She felt profound shock at everything unfolding before her.
What had happened?
I pierced my own heart atop Lingyun Mountain’s peaks. Why am I still breathing?
Father… Didn’t the Great Elder kill Father three hundred years back? Now… How is this possible…
Questions surged relentlessly through Ye Qingtang’s mind. A quick scan of her surroundings revealed she lay in her old Ye Family chamber—a room long gone for centuries.
“Tang Tang, even without your spirit root, I’ll always care for you as your father. Ignore the gossip from others. Just focus on resting and getting better soon.” Ye Ling paid little heed to his daughter’s strange actions, assuming shock had simply distracted her.
In that instant, only Ye Qingtang grasped the full extent of her inner turmoil.
She had been reborn, thrust back to the Ye Family three hundred years prior!
Tears brimmed in Ye Qingtang’s eyes as she gazed upon her father. In her past life three centuries ago, her weakness had left her powerless to stop Ye You’s grandfather—the Ye Family’s Great Elder—from slaying her father and the Second Elder she cherished. Yet here she was again, returned against all odds!
Ye Qingtang propped herself up a little, locking eyes with her father’s worried expression. She struggled to steady her racing heart.
During that same timeframe in her previous life, Ye You had just stolen her spirit root. Worse, the Great Elder warned her father’s life hung by a thread if she spoke the truth, forcing her to lie and claim she’d destroyed it herself.
Back then, Ye Qingtang believed enduring the shame would safeguard her father. Little did she know the Great Elder had already seized control of most Ye Family authority and slipped deadly chronic poison into his food. He not only goaded Ye You into taking her spirit root but murdered Ye Ling to usurp the patriarch’s throne.
Her past life’s naivety was her only regret.
“Tang Tang, you’re awake now—drink this medicine before it cools.” Ye Ling remained blind to any shift in his daughter, instead handing her the still-steaming bowl with tender care.
Ye Qingtang accepted the medicine from her father’s hand. Gazing into its surface at her own reflection, she froze for a moment.
The girl staring back boasted fine, delicate features, yet a vivid red birthmark the size of a palm blemished her once-flawless white skin. That sprawling mark covered half her face, shattering her natural allure and twisting it into something grotesquely ugly.