Reborn: The Marquis's Poisonous Daughter, A Debt of Blood to Repay

“Bang!”

The sound of my skull shattering beneath He Lancí's hand was crisper than ice snapping on a winter night.

Warm blood ran from my temple into my eyes, tinting my vision crimson. I lay in a pool of blood on the birthing bed, watching the husband who had once been so tender with me slowly wipe his fingers with a brocade handkerchief embroidered in gold.

“Why...?” Blood bubbled in my throat, and the agony in my belly made my whole body convulse. The newborn was held upside down by the feet by a wet nurse, dangling like a scrap of cloth.

He Lancí gave a soft laugh and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Xia Jianxi, did you really think I would want a woman who'd been defiled by bandits?” His fingertips glided over my face, slick with cold sweat. “If your maternal family weren't so rich, you wouldn't even have gotten near the gates of the marquis's estate.”

As the earth from the cellar fell onto my face, I could still hear my baby's cries. In the final moment before darkness swallowed my consciousness, I gritted my teeth. If I get another life, this pack of wolves will pay for their blood debt!