We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?.

Chapter 23 How about I call you Bai Ruxue from now on?

"Ouch~ It hurts so much."

"Hiss~ Am I going to die?"

"Sigh~~"

A small white snake lay on the grass beside a pond.

Its back had a gash, and the snake looked like it was on the verge of death.

Not long ago, she was just out foraging for food, wanting to eat a few mice to fill her stomach, but she never expected to encounter an eagle.

Even though she escaped with her life, she was seriously injured.

"When will Xiaoqing come? Will she be able to find me?" The white snake thought of her sisters, but soon, a hint of disappointment flashed across her vertical pupils.

Even if she finds me, so what?

She can't cure me.
Just when the White Snake was feeling utterly hopeless, she heard some noise coming from the bushes not far away.

The white snake raised its head and saw a human boy emerge from the bushes.

The white snake was startled and quickly curled up, burying its head in the grass: "You didn't find me, you didn't find me!"

"Found it!" Xiao Mo's eyes lit up as he looked at the little white snake.

"not good!"

The white snake sensed the footsteps getting closer and closer, and knew that this little boy was coming for her!

"Hiss hiss hiss!" The white snake suddenly raised its head and opened its small mouth at him.

Xiao Mo was so frightened that he took two steps back, feeling a little panicked.

Logically speaking, this kind of white snake should be non-venomous.

But in this fantastical world, who can say for sure?

"You seem to be injured. Let me treat you. Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Xiao Mo took the shovel and approached step by step.

Seeing that this human was holding a weapon, how could it possibly believe it?

"You filthy human! Even if I die, I'd rather not be made into soup by you!"

The white snake steeled itself and lunged forward like a spring.

However, in that instant, the white snake's wound was aggravated, and a sharp pain and numbness shot through her entire body.

Xiao Mo was prepared to dodge, but the white snake lay stiffly on the grass like a loosened rope.

My body was still twitching.

Seeing that she seemed to have fainted and was bleeding profusely, Xiao Mo quickly put her in a bamboo basket and carried her down the mountain.

The little white snake didn't know how long she had been unconscious. When she regained consciousness and slowly woke up, she found herself lying in a nest of grass.

This looks like a human's house.

The little white snake looked at its own body and saw that it was wrapped in a clean white cloth.

You can also smell a faint herbal scent from the white cloth.

He recalled everything that happened before he fell into a coma.

Could it be that the little boy saved me?

"Clang."

Just as the little white snake was wondering what was going on, the door opened.

A little boy walked in carrying a mouse in his hand.

"You're awake." The little white snake saw the little boy walk up to her with delight and then carefully drop the mouse in front of him.

"Here's some food for you." The little boy smiled brightly, looking innocent and naive.

The little white snake glanced at the little boy, then at the dead rat in front of it.

"like.
"He's really not a bad person." So hungry, the little white snake opened its mouth and slowly swallowed the mouse.

After eating the mouse, the little white snake lay quietly in the grass, no longer showing its previous aggression.

This is a snake with a spirit.

Xiao Mo felt that she should know that he would not harm her.

"Little white snake, do you have a name?" Xiao Mo asked.

The little white snake tilted its head in confusion.

"My name is Xiao Mo, that's my name." Xiao Mo pointed to himself. "How about I give you a name too?"

The little white snake paused for a moment, then nodded its head, even showing a hint of anticipation in its eyes.

"You're so fair-skinned, like snow."

Seeing that the other party agreed, Xiao Mo thought for a moment.

"How about I call you Bai Ruxue from now on?"

The residence of the Minister of Rites of the Zhou Dynasty.

In the boudoir, a young woman who looked no more than sixteen years old was bending over in front of the flowers.

With her slender, delicate hands, she held a pair of small silver scissors and focused intently on trimming the excess branches and leaves.

The woman wore a simple white dress, like fresh snow, which enveloped her graceful figure.

A morning breeze swept by, and her skirt swayed gently like flowing clouds, creating soft ripples.

The woman's skirt was not elaborately embroidered. Only at the neckline and sleeve edges were a few faintly visible lotus leaves outlined with extremely fine silver thread. A moon-white silk sash was loosely tied around her waist, outlining her slender waistline and adding to her graceful, delicate charm.

She tilted her head slightly, revealing a section of her fair and jade-like neck. A few strands of her jet-black hair slipped unintentionally from her loosely tied bun, falling beside her cheeks and making her skin appear even more delicate and porcelain-like.

The woman's eyebrows were exquisitely shaped, long and slender like willow leaves amidst distant mountains, with gentle arches and upturned tails, exuding a natural, tender curve.

Beneath her brows were a pair of clear, bright eyes, like autumn water, which were now lowered. Her long, thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyelids, trembling gently as she trimmed them.

Her lips were a light pink, like the petals of an early cherry blossom in full bloom. The corners of her lips were naturally slightly upturned, giving her a quiet and approachable charm even when she wasn't smiling.

"Daughter! Daughter! Good news!"

As the woman was focused on pruning the flowers, the voice of Yan Zhen, the Minister of Rites, could be heard from afar.

Upon hearing her father's voice, the woman looked up and saw him rushing into the yard.

The woman put down the scissors, poured her father a cup of tea, and smiled, "Father, you seem so happy. Is there some good news?"

"Hahaha, daughter, you have no idea!" Yan Zhen took the tea his daughter handed him and said happily, "You are going to become the Empress!"

"To become empress?" the woman asked, puzzled.

"Yes."

Yan Zhen nodded.

"Now that His Majesty has been on the throne for a year, there is no one in the harem, so it is time to select a consort. Ruxue, you have been chosen to enter the palace. Moreover, you are a woman of our Yan family. Our Yan family has the current prime minister outside and the Empress Dowager inside. In the future, you will surely be the Empress of our Great Zhou and will rule the world! Your future child will be the Emperor of Zhou!"

The more Yan Zhen talked, the more excited he became.

"However, your mother isn't too keen on you entering the palace. After all, entering the palace is like entering a deep sea." Yan Zhen suppressed his joy. "You know your mother's temperament. Your father argued with her for a long time. In the end, we decided to see what you, Ruxue, wanted to do."

Yan Ruxue smiled slightly and bowed slightly: "Your daughter will follow Father's arrangements."

"Haha, alright, since that's the case, then your mother has nothing more to say. I'll go and tell the clan chief right now. Daughter, just wait for the good news."

"Okay father."

Yan Zhen laughed loudly and walked out of the courtyard.

Yan Ruxue watched her father's retreating figure.

Those once soft, dark eyes gradually transformed into majestic, golden vertical pupils.

(End of this chapter)