Three Years to Turn the Tide and Secure a Lifetime of Peace for My Children

Hong Yingrong, the wife of the Marquis of Xingyuan, lived a life of wealth and luxury, surrounded by fine clothes and exquisite food.

Everyone around her kept up appearances, letting her live peacefully in her comfort zone. She had never witnessed the cruelty of human nature, much less learned to stay alert in times of peace.

Even halfway through her life, the old madam was still like a flower in a greenhouse, untouched by wind or rain.

Then disaster struck. The plots laid against her were already in motion, and the marquis's title was stripped away. Her once-noble status fell into the dirt in an instant.

Her eldest son was stripped of his position as heir and demoted to commoner;

her second son ran an illegal gambling house, violating the law, and was sentenced to execution after the autumn harvest;

her youngest son was reported for reciting treasonous poetry and ultimately died a miserable death after enduring brutal torture in the imperial prison.

Hong Yingrong, the wife of the Marquis of Xingyuan, could only watch helplessly as her children were torn apart by death and separation and suffered one disaster after another.

In the end, she too died by the sword, never learning who was truly behind it all.

Between life and death, she was reborn three years in the past.

The old madam, who had long lived secluded in the inner quarters, eating vegetarian food and praying to Buddha, underwent a complete change of temperament.

Now she faced the children she had once cherished and spoiled above all others.

Better to strike first than be killed by someone else three years from now. At fifty, she would restore her family to its former glory.

“Bring me my dragon-headed cane! If I don't beat this unfilial son to death, then I will have wasted this life!”