A life of two souls traveling through time

“Just because of an accusation three years ago, he took the lives of 27 people in the Huang family, including the elderly and children. Do you still want to plead for such a person?” Seeing the dejected look on Si Yao’s face, Yan Zong unconsciously calmed down his anger and asked in a cold voice.

"He has been very kind to me in teaching me and answering my questions. Can you let me meet him?" Si Yao then opened her eyes and asked Yan Zong.

Yan Zong stared at Si Yao's expectant eyes. Although he was unhappy, he couldn't bear to refuse. After a long while, he said coldly, "Yes."

"Thank you, Prince Zong." Si Yao bowed to Yan Zong again to show his gratitude.

Half an incense stick later, a carriage stopped outside the Mucheng Prison. Mr. Fan sent Si Yao to the prison entrance and said:

"Miss Siyao, please go in. I will be waiting for you here."

"Thank you, Mr. Fan." Si Yao bowed sincerely and turned to follow a black-clad guard into the prison.

Passing through a dark and damp path, the black-clad guards opened an iron door at the end of the path, and a foul smell hit us in the face.

"Miss, you only have half an hour." The black-clad guard standing outside the door turned around and handed the lantern to Si Yao and reminded her.

Si Yao nodded, took the dim lantern, and walked in despite the unpleasant smell.

There is no moonlight tonight, and it is pitch black outside the small window. The candlelight from the lantern immediately illuminates the surroundings. Sitting under the window is a thin figure with thin clothes and his hands and feet chained.

"Second Mr.." Although the other person's face was not clearly visible due to his dishevelled hair, Si Yao recognized Hui Feng by his figure. The sharp contrast between the present and the past made her feel mixed emotions.

Hui Feng was startled when he heard Si Yao's voice. He looked up at Si Yao, who was still dressed elegantly as always, and couldn't help but smile with relief: "The fact that you can come here safely means that everything is fine."

Si Yao didn't say anything else, but took off his cloak and put it on Huifeng.

Huifeng felt the warmth and gradually regained some vitality. His embarrassed face showed a look of guilt towards Siyao: "I'm sorry."

Si Yao's face was cold, but her brows were slightly furrowed. She still didn't speak because she didn't know what to say.

"Are these the new clothes given by the village this year?" Huifeng looked at the light bamboo green jacket on Si Yao and smiled slightly, but there was endless sadness in his eyes.

"Yeah." Si Yao nodded. Before coming here, she still had a bit of resentment towards Hui Feng, but when she saw the second gentleman whom she once respected in this cold and smelly place, her heart was filled with only grief. She felt that the few questions she had prepared were no longer important.

"Master, is he... okay?" Seeing Si Yao still silent, Hui Feng suddenly lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong, and asked in a deep voice.

"I haven't returned to the pharmacy yet. The new clothes were sent by the master." Si Yao replied calmly.

"He must be very sad and extremely disappointed in me." Huifeng continued with his head down, laughing sadly.

Si Yao looked at the fourteen-year-old child in front of her in silence, her heart feeling as if it was clogged with a ball of cotton wool.

"He wants to take me to Shangjing as a trophy..." Huifeng seemed to be talking to himself, or to Siyao. He looked up at her with a pleading look in his eyes and continued in a low voice: "I am the dignified prince of Feng State. Rather than being humiliated by them like this, it is better to give me a quick death."

"Mr. Er..." Si Yao widened her eyes, as if she had seen death on his face.

"Don't worry, your hands are destined to save lives and the wounded. I won't let you do it." Seeing Si Yao's frightened expression, Hui Feng just smiled comfortingly, then raised his eyes to look at the wooden hairpin on her head.

In less than half an hour, Si Yao came out holding a candle. The black-clad guard who had been guarding outside the door went back to the house cautiously to investigate, then closed the door and took Si Yao out.

Mr. Fan, who had been waiting at the prison entrance, was suspicious when he saw Si Yao's pale face, but when the black-clad guard beside him nodded to him, he didn't say anything.

After the two of them returned to the villa in the carriage, Si Yao bowed listlessly to Mr. Fan and went back to her room.

"Miss Si Yao has been silent since she came out of prison." In the inner room on the second floor of the villa, Mr. Fan reported to Yan Zong.

"I didn't expect that they are not master and disciple, but are more like master and disciple." Yan Zong sneered, put down the pen in his hand, put away the memorial in front of him, handed it to Mr. Fan and continued: "Let someone send this memorial to Shangjing tomorrow."

"Yes." Mr. Fan took the letter, thought for a moment and asked again: "When will Your Highness leave for Beijing?"

"I'll go back to the military camp tomorrow to take care of some things and then leave." Yan Zong said calmly.

"Then Old Fan would like to wish Your Highness a happy wedding in advance." Mr. Fan bowed solemnly to Yan Zong and said with a smile.

"Thank you, sir." Yan Zong seemed to have not reacted and nodded at Mr. Fan expressionlessly.

He had always regarded this marriage as a state affair, and going back to get married was just a routine matter. It would have been better if Mr. Fan had not mentioned it. Instead, when he mentioned it just now, he felt heavy and suddenly became upset.

"No matter what, this is your highness' lifelong event, so you should be happy." Seeing Yan Zong's thoughts, Mr. Fan advised gently that he was really happy that your highness was getting married, and he was also happy for his sister.

"Sir, don't joke. My life's most important thing has always been on the battlefield." Yan Zong looked at Mr. Fan disapprovingly, but also revealed a faint smile.

Mr. Fan shook his head helplessly and didn't say anything else.

"Your Highness, the prison reported that Xuan Yao committed suicide and died." At this time, Yu Cheng suddenly rushed in and reported.

"What's going on?" Yan Zong and Mr. Fan were both shocked when they heard it.

"It was Miss Si Yao who secretly left her hairpin to Xuan Yao." Yu Cheng continued to report.

On the other side, Si Yao had been controlled by the black-clad guards in the room. Although she had expected Hui Feng to commit suicide, when she heard it with her own ears, the grief and guilt in her heart surged up and made her fall to the ground. Tears flowed out uncontrollably like a flood. She reached out to catch the falling tears drop by drop, and the grief in her heart could no longer be stopped. So this was what it meant to cry.

The door was violently kicked open with a "bang". Before the cold wind from outside could rush in, Yan Zong came in furiously and grabbed Si Yao, who was sitting on the ground, and held her against the door:

"How dare you play tricks in front of me! You are so brave!"

At the roar, Si Yao trembled with fear, but she did not raise her eyes to look at the extremely angry face in front of her. She was still immersed in her own grief, and even seemed not to feel the pain in her shoulder from being grabbed by the other party.

Yan Zong's terrifying aura was chilling. His right hand, which was leaning against the door, clenched into a fist. His chest heaved rapidly, and the veins on his forehead bulged from suppressing his anger. But when he saw the tears sliding down her snow-white face like rain, he felt a little bit of pity in his heart. She, who had always been strong and never showed weakness easily, cried in front of him for the first time. Her weakness and sadness at this moment were gradually extinguishing his anger.

Unconsciously, the anger in Yan Zong's eyes disappeared, and a trace of panic appeared. However, he soon regained consciousness and controlled his chaotic thoughts. He kept a distance from Si Yao, took a deep breath, and strode out of the room with a cold expression.

"Send her back to Sanxiu Pharmacy."

Mr. Fan and Yu Cheng, who had been waiting outside the courtyard, looked at Yan Zong's hurriedly disappearing figure with confusion on their faces. This was the first time that their prince had easily spared someone who had made him so angry.