My Wife is A Sword God

Chapter 827: Reincarnation Of Hundred Lifetimes

At every key point in life, countless crossroads will appear.

Each path leads to a different future, and whether it ends in tragedy or comedy, no one will know until they reach the end.

Everyone must take responsibility for their choices, because there is no medicine for regret in this world.

“Master, master, the madam is having difficulty giving birth!” A maid rushed in anxiously and her expression was full of panic.

The middle-aged man, dressed in luxurious attire, was filled with deep sorrow, constantly muttering, “How could this happen? How could this happen? What did the midwife say?”

A hint of hesitation flashed in the maid’s eyes before she finally spoke, “Sixth Grandma said, in such a situation, either perform a cesarean section to deliver the baby, or ignore the life of the child.”

In other words, they could only choose to save either the mother or the child.

The middle-aged man’s eyes were bloodshot, tears flowing uncontrollably down his face. He paced outside the room, the maid’s urging words sounding like a death knell.

Finally, he made a certain decision, lifting his head and wailing, “My child, I don’t want it anymore.”

These words seemed to drain all the strength from his body. He collapsed to the ground and covered his face sobbing uncontrollably.

In Qin Feng’s first life, before he could even understand this world, he died in suffocating despair.

“Damn it, damn it! Their old man is almost dead, yet they still think about dividing the family property. Not a single one of them came to see him!” The old steward stomped his foot angrily, venting his anger, but then seemed to remember something as he looked towards the bedridden old man.

Qin Feng was covered in white hair, his face showing the marks of time. He gazed up at the ceiling, reminiscing about his life.

He and his wife were childhood sweethearts, and they got married naturally.

With a wealthy family and a harmonious life, it should have been a happy life. When did things start to change?

Perhaps it was after his wife’s death, when he married several concubines.

Or perhaps it was because he was too busy with business and never paid much attention to his children?

So now, with only a breath left, not a single child was willing to come and see him,they only thought about dividing the family’s land and wealth.

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“Afu, was my life a failure?” Qin Feng asked weakly.

The old steward hurriedly stepped forward and grasped his hand, “Master, I’ve sent someone to call the young masters. Please, please don’t say such things.”

Qin Feng shook his head, then suddenly coughed violently, and closed his eyes forever.

“Master!”

…

“Cough, cough.” Qin Feng, pale-faced, sat at the desk, holding a book in his hand. His sickly appearance seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

A beautiful woman in a white dress entered the room, carrying a bowl of steaming medicine. She looked at him with concern, “Qin Lang, if your body really can’t take it, why don’t you rest early?”

Qin Feng shook his head. After ten years of hard study by the window, he only aimed for one day to be listed on the gold list.

He had kept Jianli waiting for too long. He wanted to marry her in grand style and live happily ever after.

“We will be together,” Qin Feng said with unwavering determination.

Liu Jianli, with red eyes, tightly held his hands and said, “Qin Lang, we will be together, in life or death.”

Unfortunately, fate did not comply with their wishes. Qin Feng died of illness at the moment he was listed on the gold list.

The deafening drumbeat of the welcoming party for the top scholar couldn’t drown out the desolation filling the room.

A white cloth covered a person’s entire life.

Beside the table, Liu Jianli was wearing white clothes, her eyes were dull, and there were still tear stains on her cheeks. Her tears had long since dried up.

People around whispered sympathetically, their expressions filled with pity and sorrow.

“The two of them were childhood sweethearts, but they ended up like this.”

“Her parents were snobbish and looked down on Qin Lang from a poor family. The latter studied sages’ books diligently and finally got to the top, but was taken away by the disease.”

“The idea of wealthy people living happily ever after is just a facade.”

“Hope the daughter of the Liu family can soon overcome her grief.”

A day later, Liu Jianli wore a red wedding gown and hanged herself on the willow tree where she and Qin Lang had pledged their love in their youth.

“Jianli, I swear under the willow tree that I will marry you in the future.”

“Yes, I will wait for you forever.”

…

Outside the Meridian Gate, there was already a sea of ​​people.

The strong executioner was sharpening his knife. A man was kneeling on the ground with a wooden sign behind him and his hands tied behind him.

“You are so bold and unruly that you dared to attack the Tang Dynasty at night and kill the Tang family’s young master. I will behead you at Meridian Gate today!” The imperial envoy sat high in the hall, his anger boiling.

The onlookers did not cheer for him, but instead looked at the prisoner with sympathy.

“The Qin family boy and the Liu family girl had already agreed to marry each other. The wedding day was approaching, but the latter was taken by that scoundrel from the Tang family.”

“The latter directly kidnapped the daughter of the Liu family and wanted to rape her, but the girl refused to obey until she died, and finally chose to kill herself.”

“Heaven has no eyes! Good people don’t live long, and disasters last for a thousand years. That scoundrel from the Tang family deserves to die!”

“Qin Feng is clearly eliminating harm for the people!”

“Bold!” The imperial envoy shouted angrily, and the people fell silent, but their eyes were like knives, making him nervous, wondering why noon had not come earlier.

The executioner spoke, “Brother Qin, I respect you as a brave man. Rest assured, my blade is always swift, and you won’t feel any pain. Before you die, do you have anything to say?”

Qin Feng, hearing this, raised his head and looked around blankly. He seemed to see a familiar figure in white, smiling sweetly and waving to him.

The sun hung high in the sky, and the imperial envoy threw the wooden sign in his hand.

“In the next life, I will marry you.”

“Chop!”

Blood spurted out, and the light words scattered in the wind.

Qin Feng’s soul left his body, watching the headless corpse on the ground with a complicated expression.

The pain in his neck was so real, as if the big knife was still cutting down on his head, one slice at a time.

As he entered the underworld, he began to experience the cycles of reincarnation.

In this cycle, he was both the protagonist of each story and the observer of each one.

The pains of birth, aging, sickness, and death were deeply engraved in his soul, making him unable to distinguish reality from illusion.

A white figure floated out, its features unclear, and it spoke to him faintly, “Do you hate?”

“What?”

“Because of your father’s choice, you were stillborn.”

“Despite providing a life of abundance for your children, they still weren’t satisfied. Before your death, they didn’t even bother to come back and look at you one more time.”

“You were supposed to achieve fame and stay with your beloved, but due to poor health, you died young, and the woman you loved went with you.”

“Having a healthy body but lacking the strength to protect your loved one, you could only watch as she died for her chastity, resolute in death.”

“Shouldn’t you hate?”

“Should I hate?” Qin Feng asked himself in confusion.

He didn’t get an answer, but he heard the white figure speak again, “Life is suffering, it’s fate, everything is predetermined.”

“Destiny?”

“Yes, Destiny.”

“Some are born wealthy, some are born poor.”

“Some seek but never obtain, some obtain but are never content.”

“Some are born with everything, some spend their lives in poverty and gain nothing.”

“This is destiny, you shouldn’t hate, you should accept it.”

“Should I…accept my fate?” Qin Feng looked struggling, and the voice in his ears continued to confuse and intrude on his mind.

Swish!

The world turned upside down, and another reincarnation was coming…