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"You really think he is my father?" Shen Yan's severed limb suddenly pierced the Second Mistress's abdomen, tearing out a Qingtong Umbilical Cord. "What was swapped twenty-five years ago was the Heir of the Shen Family and the Nurse's Son."
The Indigo Liquid in the Dye Vat began to flow backward, recreating the scene from that night in the woodshed: the real Young Master Shen Yan was smothered to death by the nurse in his swaddling clothes, while the current "Shen Yan"—the farm boy who had been switched—was crying, a Qingtong imprint burned into his chest.
The Second Mistress's Silver Scissors suddenly plunged into her own throat. "Yan'er, mother will return her life..."
Her unfinished words were drowned out by the sounds of fetal movement. My abdomen swelled with lotus-shaped patterns, resonating with the porcelain imprint. As Shen Yan's tongue traced those patterns, memories from my previous eight lives surged forth like a tide.
Suddenly, the nine hundred and ninety-nine eternal lamps enshrined in the collapsing pavilion went out. Each wick was a severed Umbilical Cord, and the lamp oil emitted a familiar milky fragrance—it was made from the milk of my reincarnated body. "This is the true life-exchange formation," the Bronze Prosthetic crushed the scattered lamps on the ground, "using the bloodline of Nine Reincarnations to exchange for a Tenth Generation." His hand suddenly penetrated my abdomen, fingertips entwined with a crystalline Umbilical Cord. I saw that Umbilical Cord sprouting in decay within Madam's womb.
"Now it’s time for Yan to bite through my nipple; in an instant, the Liuli Skeleton in the coffin suddenly opened its eyes—that was me from my first life, gazing across reincarnation.
The Dye Vat suddenly exploded, Indigo Amniotic Fluid swirling around fragments of Qingtong. Before consciousness faded, I heard two versions of myself simultaneously crying out across time and space...
I was submerged in an indigo vortex, memories of Nine Reincarnations unfurling like layers of silk from the Dye House. Blood poured into the Bronze Coffin through its breathing holes; I, from the Tenth Generation, was awakening in the embrace of the Liuli Skeleton, an Umbilical Cord entwined around Shen Yan's severed limb covered in talismans.
"This is a complete life-exchange formation." Shen Yan's Prosthetic Limb wedged into my pubic gap as those writhing Azure Bronze Runes began to devour my yin body nurtured through reincarnation. The pure yang blood vessel of the Heir of the Shen Family suddenly exploded, shards of porcelain slicing through the night sky. Under a blood moon, I saw the truth from twenty-five years ago projected like a shadow play against the heavens: on that stormy night at the mountain god temple, the real Heir of the Shen Family was drowned by the Nurse in the Dye Vat, while the farm boy bore a lotus mark on his neck. The Silver Scissors that tore open my swaddling clothes were indeed those inserted into my birth canal at this moment.
"The midwife who swapped babies back then was your mother." Shen Yan's severed limb suddenly pierced my abdomen again, gripping that crystalline Umbilical Cord tightly. "She used your reincarnated body as collateral to exchange for me to survive as Shen Yan."
As Indigo Amniotic Fluid washed over my eyelashes, I touched the hollow eye sockets of the Liuli Skeleton. The moment the Umbilical Cord inserted itself, time and space began to collapse—I saw myself from my first life nailed inside a Bronze Coffin; Shen Yan’s previous incarnation was using Silver Whistle to extract the fetus’s soul; in my third life, I became a Dye House Worker and was pierced through my womb by a Prosthetic Limb while soaking Blood Silk; in my seventh life as a Joyful Maid, I gasped my last breath beneath my master while outside, a wheelchair rolled over countless Umbilical Cords...
"It’s about to happen!" The frenzied voice of the Second Mistress echoed from the blood moon. She tore open her chest, revealing the Lotus Branding Mark left from the time of childbirth. At the bottom of the Dye Vat, the Nine Bronze Coffins simultaneously opened, and the Nine Corpses crawled out alongside my bones. Their Umbilical Cords intertwined to form a lotus throne, cradling the Celadon Infant Corpse.
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