After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

That's why Pei Guichen looked at him with such pity.

It turned out that his encounter with her was not worthy of her recognition at all.

Bai Muliang suddenly realized and sneered at herself, but she thought of the winter hunting in Futu Mountain and her joking sigh.

"If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for showing up too late."

"If it were earlier, I might really have a kind heart."

Using his sword to support himself, Bai Muliang stared blankly at A Bao standing on the snowy cliff in the distance.

But I was not late.

There was a long silence. Amidst the colorful peach blossoms, the strong wind and blizzard covered the icy abyss behind the cliff.

The deafening roar of the beast gradually weakened and stopped until it was barely audible...

The wound on his heart kept bleeding, and King Feng Ran's sword pierced through his entire back. Bai Muliang vomited blood with a pale face.

He really wanted to ask, Your Highness, when did you recognize me?

Was it at the bottom of Fuxian Gorge, when they said they would have a little princess or prince with the blood of both families?

Or did he swear solemnly, in the name of his wife, that they should share life and death together?

But as the words were about to come out, Bai Muliang realized that what he wanted most was still...

"If you had known that I was a barbarian, would you have gone back to save me that year?"

As the passage between the two worlds was sealed again, the majestic spiritual flow quickly dissipated, and A Bao once again experienced the excruciating pain of having her spiritual power drained out of her meridians and soul. Her brief moment of clarity was about to give out, but Bai Muliang, who was always as cold and sharp as porcelain, had red eyes and burst into tears.

"Does the me you met back then make you feel unworthy of mentioning?"

However, Po's mind was becoming increasingly confused due to the severe pain, and he only remembered...

There were still many innocent people from Daqi trapped in that Snow Valley Village, and she couldn't just stand by and watch them die.

And the injured young man looked very pitiful.

She couldn't just watch him die.

However, it turned out that he was the young master of the barbarian tribe, the barbarian Bai Muliang who must be eliminated in the words of Uncle Feng Ran.

"What answer do you want?" Po's voice trembled.

Bai Muliang remained silent for a moment, deceiving himself and vomiting blood as he spoke: "...Yes, you will go back to save me."

"Yes, I will go back." A Bao looked at Bai Muliang. He chuckled embarrassedly, but she felt that she was becoming more and more cruel.

"But I won't save you."

"If I had known that you were Young Master Mu Liang who controlled the Barbarian Golden Scorpion, I should have killed you earlier."

Before she finished speaking, even with the support of the black-robed uncle, she could no longer endure the despair and pain of broken bones, and she fell limply into the snow. In front of her was the boundless sky above the snowfield, and the peach petals turned into crimson mist and dispersed in the wind.

The passage between the two worlds was completely blocked, and the peach tree quickly withered, its roots sinking into the thousand-year-old frozen soil.

The wind and snow calmed all the noise, and the last burst of peach petals fell into the snow valley, and tender buds broke through the soil and grew into the peach blossom forest that once was.

It seems like it’s raining?

A Bao tried hard to open her eyes, but saw that the black-robed uncle holding her had bloodshot eyes and was about to collapse.

She thought confusedly, oh, it turns out that it was the emperor's uncle who was crying.

With a desperate cry, he gently coaxed her, "...Abao, don't be afraid, you won't be alone. No matter where you go, I will accompany you. I will always be with you..."

Hearing this, she then noticed the black sword that Uncle Feng Ran was holding tightly in his hand.

"I'm just taking a break..." With his fingertips struggling to grasp the tassel of his sword, A Bao tried very hard to force a smile: "I promised my uncle that we would grow old together."

The pain was excruciating, but she could get through it.

However, this pain reminded her of the endless darkness when she was trapped in the bronze coffin, a thought that always popped up in her mind when the bone-eating pain became too unbearable for her.

A Bao looked at the almost desperate black-robed emperor uncle, feeling relieved and satisfied.

It’s great that this time, Uncle Feng Ran is still alive.

After a long while, tears began to fall from her eyes, and she murmured, "...Uncle, I want to go home... Please take me home, okay..."

Hearing this, the black-robed king carefully but courageously embraced his Abao tightly in his arms.

Suddenly, I broke down and cried silently.

"Okay, let's go home."