The General Gave Me a Biting Goose, So I Turned Around and Stewed It in an Iron Pot

At my birthday banquet, my husband, Li Tingxuan, gave me a goose as a present. I turned around and stewed it into soup, then served it to him and our son, Zhouzhou. Because I had been reborn. In my previous life, the goose chased after me and pecked me the moment it saw me. It even barged into my bedroom in the middle of the night to tug at my hair. I tried several times to get rid of it, but Li Tingxuan scolded me: “You’re the legitimate daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo. Have you really no grace to put up with one little goose?” Zhouzhou chimed in, too, saying I was petty, then ran off with the goose in his arms. After that, my health grew worse and worse until I couldn’t even get out of bed. As I lay on the verge of death, my soul entered the goose’s body. I watched helplessly as “I” got out of bed. “I” threw myself into Li Tingxuan’s arms. Zhouzhou excitedly clung to “my” leg and shouted, “Mother!” Li Tingxuan’s eyes reddened as he exclaimed, “Mianmian, the soul-swapping technique finally worked!” “Our son can finally call you Mother in public.” That was when I learned the goose was my half-sister, who had died three years ago. While I was unconscious after giving birth, Li Tingxuan had thrown my son into a beggars’ den and brought their son, Zhouzhou, into the manor to raise him. From beginning to end, I had only been a tool for him to bring my half-sister back to life.