After the real daughter returned from the Hehuan Sect

"Madam, this room is where Master Feng stayed when he came back. If you need anything, you can use the phone in the room to call me."

The old butler of the Feng family's ancestral home brought Rong Huan to the door of the room where Feng Ji was before and said.

Rong Huan nodded to the old butler: "Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome, Madam. I'll go down first."

The old butler left after saying this.

Rong Huan looked at the corridor of the ancient house with lanterns hanging on it. She had an illusion that she seemed to have been here thousands of years ago.

Rong Huan shrugged and walked into Feng Ji's room.

Although the Feng family's ancestral home looks very ancient from the outside, the decoration style inside is the same as the Feng family's old home in Beijing, and many of the facilities inside are modern.

After all, it would be so inconvenient if things were still done like in ancient times.

Arriving in a strange place, even if it was the hometown of her future husband, Rong Huan felt that she would still be scared and unable to sleep.

But as soon as Rong Huan came out of the shower, she lay down on the big bed and fell asleep.

"Princess, the king is doing this for your own good. If he dies in battle, you can return to Dayong. After all, the Emperor of Dayong is your brother from the same mother. He will not ignore you."

A woman in palace dress and ruqun knelt in front of Rong Huan holding a bowl of medicine.

Rong Huan looked around and saw carved beams and painted buildings, gauze curtains, and swaying palace lanterns...

Rong Huan raised her hand and wanted to take a look at the clothes she was wearing, but she felt that she couldn't even lift her hand.

What the hell?

"If he dies in battle, I and the baby in my belly will die with him. Take this bowl of abortion medicine."

Rong Huan listened to his own voice coming out of his mind.

She had no intention of speaking at all, what was going on with that sound?

Moreover, she clearly remembered that she had just finished taking a shower and lay on Fengji's big bed, so how did she end up here?

Another time travel?

No, no, it must be a dream.

Rong Huan really wanted to slap her face with both hands, but the problem was that she had no power to control her current body, which had its own soul and autonomous consciousness.

Rong Huan had no choice but to stay there and see what was going on.

"Princess, why are you doing this? If you..."

The woman in palace dress looked at her with eyes full of pity.

"I killed him, so I should give him back his life." Rong Huan heard his own voice saying, "Honglian, I shouldn't have agreed to be a spy for my brother. Now he is being cursed by the people of Dayi and the officials are alienated from him."

“Princess, why do you have to take all the blame on yourself? If it weren’t for the inhumanity of Dayi’s previous emperor, the monarch wouldn’t necessarily have lost the support of the people, and the monarch’s temper wouldn’t necessarily have become like this. Moreover, if it weren’t for you, I’m afraid that the palace of Dayi would have been a river of blood…” The palace-dressed woman named Honglian cried with tears in her eyes: “If you want to follow the monarch of Dayi, I will follow you too.”

"Alas, girl, your parents and relatives are all doing well in Dayong, how can you follow me?" Rong Huan sighed and said, listening to his own voice, "Live well, and consider it as repaying my kindness. I heard that your Honglian clan has a secret method that can bring people back to life. Is it true?"

“Princess, do you want it?” Honglian’s tears were still on her face. She forgot to cry and looked at Rong Huan in shock: “But, but that requires the flesh and blood of a loved one as a sacrifice. What if, what if you are not the beloved of the Lord of Dayi, it will be useless.”

"I just want to give it a try. Everyone says he is a devil, cold-hearted and heartless, but he saved me and showed me endless kindness. I always thought he had other intentions towards me, just like I did towards him. But today, I want to see whether he really loves me or is just pretending."

After Rong Huan heard herself say this, the scene changed and she came to a huge flame furnace.

The flames in the furnace burned, making the surrounding air extremely hot.

Although Rong Huan only had a trace of consciousness in this body, she could still feel that the temperature was unusually high.

Rong Huan thought, just jump, maybe her dream will end if she jumps.

However, Rong Huan watched as this body jumped into the furnace. The surrounding flames engulfed her in an instant. Before she could even cry out in pain, her consciousness was separated from that body and floated in the air.

Rong Huan was in mid-air, watching Honglian coming out from the side, his eyes full of tears, but he still guarded the flame furnace.

It was not until forty-nine days later that the flame in the furnace went out.

Honglian took out a white pill and carefully put it into a wooden box.

Honglian took the elixir and left. Rong Huan's consciousness could not help but follow Honglian and float forward.

Honglian took Muhe to a tomb.

“Miss Honglian? What’s wrong with you…” The gravekeeper seemed frightened when he saw Honglian coming.

"I'm here on the orders of the princess to see King Dayi for the last time," said Honglian.

"Miss Honglian, before the King of Dayi committed suicide, he asked the King to promise not to embarrass Her Royal Highness. Now the King is looking for Her Royal Highness's whereabouts everywhere. Do you know any news about Her Royal Highness?"

When the man guarding the mausoleum heard Honglian say that she came on the orders of the princess, he hurriedly asked.

"The princess is dead, so your Majesty doesn't need to look for her anymore." After Honglian finished speaking, he waved his hand and powder scattered in the air.

The people guarding the tomb fell to the ground one after another.

After Honglian entered the mausoleum, she arrived at the main tomb and saw King Dayi lying in the sarcophagus wearing armor.

The sarcophagus has not been completely closed yet, probably because it wants Her Royal Highness the Princess to come back and take a last look at him.

Honglian took out the white pill from the wooden box and put it into the mouth of King Dayi.

Rong Huan floated forward and looked at the person lying in the sarcophagus. He looked exactly like Feng Ji!

And it was at this point that Rong Huan felt his consciousness gradually returning to reality.

But in her half-asleep state, she seemed to see the sarcophagus being pushed open from the inside after several years, and a big hand grabbed the edge of the sarcophagus!

Rong Huan finally woke up.

She suddenly sat up from the bed, wiped her forehead and looked out the window.

It was light outside the window, but not very bright. Rong Huan got out of bed, stepped on the fluffy carpet, and went to get his cell phone from the table near the window.

Rong Huan opened his phone and took a look. It was six thirteen.

Rong Huan simply sat down at the table with his phone in hand. The dream just now...

Rong Huan shuddered. It should, should just be a dream.

Otherwise, otherwise, she, she had slept with Feng Ji for so long and didn’t feel that there was anything wrong with him.

Rong Huan pinched her face. She couldn’t think about it. She couldn’t think about it. She really couldn’t think about it anymore.

However, the more she tried not to think about the things in her dream, the clearer the last big hand grasping the edge of the sarcophagus became in her mind.

The big palm looked slender and powerful with distinct joints.

Rong Huan couldn't help but think of Feng Ji's hands, which always aroused her...