In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

Li Yuanyang lowered his head and said timidly: "Is the little princess awake? I have something to ask her."

Li Huaijin's face was grim. Who told him to yell like that? His anger had not yet dissipated. He grabbed his neck and lifted Li Yuanyang up easily.

"Call her princess. If you dare to call her little princess again, I will kill you!"

Li Yuanyang felt a suffocating feeling in his chest and his heart suddenly stopped beating. Li Huaijin's five fingers were like fire tongs, burning and scalding his neck. If he got any angrier, he might turn him into ashes. Before he could catch his breath, he was thrown dozens of meters away.

Li Yuanyang opened his eyes as big as copper bells, lying on the ice and snow, looking at the sky covered with red clouds, like a thick net imprisoning him. He could not escape the fate of being suppressed by Li Huaijin. His eyes were as hard as iron, and snowflakes fell on his eyelashes. A teardrop fell on his temple:

"I killed her. I was wrong. I feel sorry for her, Mu Jinan..."

It was unclear whether Li Yuanyang's voice was one of confession or concealment. There was only a touch of golden light shining brightly on the snow. He held it carefully in his hands and recalled that year.

There is a peach tree on the side of the West Market Street in Sheng'an City. When it is in full bloom in spring, the peach blossoms are bright and look like the morning glow. The petals tremble gently in the wind, and one of them is blown and falls on his forehead.

Li Yuanyang had just sold a few fine horses at the West Market. He was in high spirits with a bag of silver in his hand. He wanted to go to the restaurant to buy some mare's milk wine. He was not used to Sheng'an Osmanthus wine. A little girl's voice came from behind him:

"Brother, is this yours?"

Li Yuanyang turned around and didn't see anyone, so he walked forward again. He felt someone dragging him, so he lowered his eyes and looked down.

Her black hair was stained with blood, her sleeves were half torn off, her cheeks were dirty, and her eyes were filled with despair that was not what a child should have. She was holding a broken bowl with only a penny in it.

The little slave girl's childish and hesitant voice was heartbreaking. She couldn't reach his hand, so Li Yuanyang squatted down, took the earrings from her, and saw that she hadn't received any rice in her bowl yet.

The string of gold earrings, with small gold beads and round gold pieces on them, looked like blooming flowers, exquisite and delicate, with three round gold beads of different sizes hanging in the middle.

Below was a tiny tassel. He pulled off the tassel and the third bead together, put the tassel away, and then turned back to connect the tassel to the second golden bead and put the third golden bead in her bowl:

"Thank you, little slave girl. This is what my mother left for me."

The little slave girl looked at him and touched the wolf tooth on his neck. The tooth was full, inlaid with gold and silver, and had a small hole in the middle. She was afraid that the slave owner would see it from a distance, so she leaned close to his face and whispered:

"Brother, can you take me with you? I am very hardworking and can wash your clothes and cook for you."

Li Yuanyang looked at the woman who was staring at the little slave girl in the distance. Before he could answer, his feet left the ground and his clothes were pulled up. The group laughed and said,

"This is the hostage sent by the Qingque tribe. Look, he is talking to the slaves."

The leader threw Li Yuanyang several feet away. He lay on the ground, and the little slave girl was nowhere to be seen. Li Yuanyang stood up quickly and saw the huge slave owner's wife holding the little slave girl in the distance, cursing:

"Did you want to escape just now? I will break your legs when I get back."

Li Yuanyang saw that the group of people were dressed in gorgeous clothes and had six-ring white jade belts around their waists. They were not ordinary nobles. He clenched his fists to suppress his anger:

"Who are you? If you dare to attack this prince, my father will kill you if he finds out."

The man motioned for several sturdy guards to hold him back, and slapped him in the face with the handle of a fan, mockingly saying:

"I am the King Chen of Sheng State. My father did not kill your father, which was a favor from the Emperor. You still want your father to kill me. How ridiculous! You are a hostage, you can't even protect yourself, yet you still want to save me?"

...

Ten years later, thousands of miles away, Li Yuanyang has returned from Sheng'an and is lying on the snow on the grassland, twisting a golden bead between his index finger and thumb. The day suddenly becomes as dark as night, covering his body and leaving him nowhere to escape.

A scrutinizing and suspicious look fell on the golden bead. Just as he was about to put it into his clothes, the man snatched it away.

"King Liang, this is my stuff, give it back to me."

Li Huaijin looked at the golden bead. Wasn't it the one that Mu Jinan always hid in her sleeve? She said she couldn't remember clearly, but someone gave it to her when she was a slave girl. He brought Li Yuanyang into the king's tent and said:

"If you don't tell me the origin of the golden bead, I will kill you."

Li Yuanyang looked at Mu Jinan lying on the couch with a pale face. He told Li Huaijin about the golden bead without hiding any truth or making up any exaggeration.

Li Huaijin was suspicious and thought to himself: "Why is he called Xue'er?"

Seeing Li Yuanyang secretly looking at Mu Jinan, Li Huaijin's majestic body like a god blocked Li Yuanyang's sight. The oppressive feeling of his eyes was like a dark shadow, lingering in Li Yuanyang's heart, making him unable to get rid of it forever. The young man said angrily:

"I have saved you many times in Sheng'an, and I have repaid you the favor of the gold and pearls on behalf of my wife. She doesn't owe you anything. If you kill her, you deserve to die."

Li Yuanyang lowered his head guiltily, not daring to stand in front of Li Huaijin. As long as he looked into Li Huaijin's eyes, his heart seemed to be peeled open. His plan was seen clearly by Li Huaijin, and then he left dejectedly.

There were only Li Huaijin and Mu Jinan in the king's tent. He sat next to the girl and thought carefully. Mu Jinan once said that Li Heng's third life and her second life did not correspond. If so, this injury might be the end of her second life.

In the quiet environment, the charcoal in the stove suddenly crackled with something unknown. Li Huaijin was so scared that he quickly held her hand tightly. His heart ached and he shook his head. This was not the reward for her good deeds.

Thinking again, she dreamed of Li Yuanyang. Was it the original girl Mu Jinan fighting with her soul for this body, or did she have a past life?

There was no sound in the tent. The candlelight and wisps of green smoke were invisible things that turned into wind, but they were like a heavy chain around Li Huaijin's neck, making it difficult for him to breathe. He whispered:

"Are both possibilities possible?"

Li Huaijin held Mu Jinan's hands tightly and kept rubbing them, trying to warm them up, but her hands were getting colder and colder. From day to night, he didn't dare to close his eyes, staring at her eyes, waiting for her to wake up.

Not a sound was heard from her. Sa Ke and Nangong Yu took her pulse, gave her acupuncture, and used soul-reviving pills many times, but none of them could wake her up.

Looking at their desperate and helpless expressions, Li Huaijin felt as if his heart was flooded with emotions and he felt indescribably suffocated. He wanted to accomplish his grand plan with her, but halfway through, she let go and Mu Jinan's breath became weaker and weaker.

The earth-shaking cries of the people outside the tent and the prayers of Qiqige and Saizhuxu did not "touch" Mu Jinan at all. She seemed not to hear anything at all.

The assassin Mohe reported: "Your Majesty, Princess Anhe was assassinated just after she entered the Qixuan clan. She could not be saved, and the assassin committed suicide by taking poison."

Li Huaijin dropped the medicine bowl in his hand and looked at Mu Jinan's dark eyelids. His face was no longer pale, but indescribably dead silent, as if...