Rebirth: After Becoming the Villainess-Chapter 92: Zhou Junlin, We Don’t Have to Bring Each Other Down

This was Song Lianhe’s first time riding in Zhou Junlin’s carriage.

She recalled a part in the original novel where every time she saw Zhou Xilan alight from Zhou Junlin’s spacious and comfortable carriage, she would be consumed with jealousy.

Forget about marrying the man she loved—back then, just being able to ride in his carriage was an extravagant hope.

’Tsk, tsk. To think I’d get to ride in it so easily.’ She had fulfilled this wish on behalf of the body’s original owner. The only problem was... 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

...the man sitting across from her with a frosty expression was a real killjoy.

Paying no mind to her image in his presence, she simply crossed her legs, opened the food box on the small table, and began to eat.

Zhou Junlin stared at her for a moment. Her attention wasn’t on him in the slightest; she even let out a wide yawn before popping a grape into her mouth. She was nothing like her former self, who would gaze at him with deep affection just to utter a single word. This change made Zhou Junlin extremely uncomfortable.

When it became clear she wasn’t going to speak first, he took the initiative. "Don’t you have anything to explain to this Prince?"

Song Lianhe looked at him, curious. "Explain what?"

"For example, why are you the owner of the Medical Clinic? When did you learn medicine? And for that matter... why did you refuse to marry this Prince?"

She could see his expression grow even more displeased as he asked the last question. But Song Lianhe didn’t flatter herself; she knew he was simply accustomed to the original "Song Lianhe’s" devotion. This was just his wounded pride talking.

So, she lowered her legs, planted her hands assertively on her knees, and gave him a faint smile. "Why? Because I don’t want to, and I don’t like it!"

With every word, her eyes were filled with the coldness of a stranger.

This wasn’t the first time she had said such things to Zhou Junlin. At first, he’d assumed she was playing hard to get, but now, he fell silent.

Seeing the male protagonist’s halo above his head slowly fade, Song Lianhe pursed her lips and said, "I know you’ve always liked Song Xilan. I may have done many foolish things in the past that caused problems for you and her, but that won’t happen again."

Zhou Junlin’s eyes shot up to meet hers. His gaze was first filled with blame, then suspicion, and finally, an anger he couldn’t quite place.

Song Lianhe couldn’t care less about his emotions. She continued, "Zhou Junlin, there’s no need for this to be mutually destructive, don’t you agree? Liking you before was just a case of youthful ignorance. Now that I’ve come to my senses and want to help you and my older sister get together, you could say I’ve finally seen the light! Since our goals are aligned, why don’t we go explain things to the Holy Emperor together? You’re his son, after all, and I have my mother’s favor to rely on. The Holy Emperor is merciful; he won’t quibble with us of the younger generation. Then, you can marry my sister in a grand, magnificent wedding, and I’ll run my Medical Clinic. A perfect resolution!"

She could almost see the bright future ahead, grinning so widely she couldn’t close her mouth.

’Ahem, I’m a real genius!’

Zhou Junlin stared at her coldly the entire time. He appeared impassive, but his hand, hidden in his sleeve, was secretly clenched into a fist.

"You... don’t believe me?"

Song Lianhe furrowed her brow, looking genuinely troubled. "That’s fair. I wouldn’t believe me either."

’After all, given my track record, it’s only natural he wouldn’t believe me.’

"No problem!" she immediately declared, patting her chest. "Once we’re in the palace, I’ll go before the Holy Emperor and plead for forgiveness first! Then I’ll say... the fault is all mine! It has nothing to do with you! I’m the one who had a change of heart..."

Before she could finish, Zhou Junlin cut in coldly, "A change of heart? For whom? Su Huaqing?"

Song Lianhe’s eyes widened in shock before she quickly put two and two together. "Was it that guy Su Wanzhang who told you?"

He sneered. "Before you went to him, didn’t you bother to ask who he answers to?"

Song Lianhe gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath, "That two-faced snake!"

’He agreed so readily to my face, only to turn around and tattle to Zhou Junlin!’

’No wonder he found me so quickly!’

But she quickly sensed something was off. "Wait a minute. I’m willing to throw my reputation to the wind just to help you and Song Xilan get together. Shouldn’t you be happy about that?"

Zhou Junlin let out a cold laugh. "In your eyes, am I really such a petty man?"

"Aren’t you?"

"Song Lianhe, you—"

Just then, the carriage came to a halt.

"Your Highness, we have arrived at the Imperial Palace."

Upon hearing this, Song Lianhe quickly asked, "Which noble in the palace is unwell?"

Zhou Junlin lowered his gaze, gritting his teeth. He decided not to argue with her about what just happened, and after composing himself, he said, "My maternal aunt."

Song Lianhe took out her veil and put it back on. "Then let’s go."

Song Lianhe had anticipated that she would eventually have to treat the dignitaries of Ling’an City.

After all, once her medical skills were recognized by the people of Ling’an, it was inevitable that she would be summoned by the nobility. She just never expected that the first to come looking for her would be Zhou Junlin.

Just as she was about to step out of the carriage, he grabbed her wrist. "You... you really know medicine?"

"Yes." She bluntly shook his hand off. Knowing what he was about to ask, she added, "The Medical Immortal taught me in a dream. I’m self-taught."