After traveling through time, I became a princess in ancient times

At this moment, two jailers were lying at the door of the gloomy prison, holding two jars of wine in their arms, their faces were red, and the smell of alcohol filled the air.

When Xia Yurou rushed to the prison, she happened to run into the county marquis who was walking towards her and leading Xiao Xiangyu out of the cell.

At this time, Xiao Xiangyu's face was still a little panicked, but there was a bit of pride in his eyes. He hurriedly followed his father towards the dawn outside the prison.

When the county marquis saw the princess standing in front of them, he was shocked and wanted to explain: "Princess, I..."

Before he could finish his words, Xia Yurou said calmly: "County Marquis, Xiao Xiangyu's crimes are so heinous that they have aroused public anger. Are you worthy of the people for doing such a foolish thing? Have you ever been worthy of the trust that the prince showed you when he gave you the token?"

Every word the princess said was heart-wrenching and pierced the marquis' heart deeply. He was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak.

Xiao Xiangyu, hiding behind the Marquis, tried to slip away quietly under the protection of his father, but Xia Yurou would not let him do as he wished and blocked the exit like a barrier.

The atmosphere at this moment was so tense that even the air froze. The Marquis struggled painfully in his heart, but in the end he abandoned his conscience and resolutely protected his son.

Even though she understood the father's eagerness to save his son, Xia Yurou could not forgive Xiao Xiangyu for the crime he committed against Xiao Xiao.

They fought fiercely in the dusty square, and two swift figures crossed each other on the bluestone ground.

Each punch of the Marquis was accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking wind, and countless fist shadows attacked Xia Yurou like a violent storm.

Who would have thought that the county magistrate was so skilled? Fortunately, she was agile and moved among the fist shadows like a dragon.

Xiao Xiangyu, who was standing by, picked up the jailer's knife and quietly approached Xia Yurou, trying to stab her hard from behind.

Even though she sensed the approaching danger, Xia Yurou was currently being entangled by countless fist shadows, and if she was distracted for even a moment she would be defeated by a heavy punch.

Just as Xiao Xiangyu's knife was about to hit Xia Yurou, the Marquis suddenly grasped the blade, and blood instantly dyed his palm red.

Xiao Xiangyu never expected that his father would reach out to take it, and he was so scared that he dropped the knife on the ground in panic.

"County Marquis, you..."

"Princess, Yu'er has committed a mistake. I am willing to sacrifice my own life for that little girl's. I only ask that Princess can let me live."

At this moment, Xia Yurou's heart began to waver. Just as she was about to spare Xiao Xiangyu, she suddenly heard a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

A dart pierced Xiao Xiangyu's chest. He lowered his head stiffly, and blood quickly dyed the prison uniform red.

Xiao Xiangyu widened his eyes in horror with a look of disbelief, as if he could not accept this sudden death.

A familiar figure appeared in front of Xia Yurou, with long hair fluttering in the wind and no fluctuation on her stern face, like a machine that only knew how to complete its mission.

Seeing Xiao Xiangyu lying in a pool of blood, the Marquis rushed over anxiously, hugged him tightly in his arms and cried heartbreakingly, which made people feel sympathy.

"Who on earth wants to take Xiao Xiangyu's life?"

Nightingale turned her head slightly to avoid Xia Yurou's cold gaze, her face still showing a calm expression.

A gust of wind blew by, and the county marquis's hoarse roar sounded like a wild beast, his eyes were bloodshot, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

He rushed towards Nightingale fiercely, with explosive power and endless anger, and each attack was fatal.

Although Nightingale's movements were strange and her two swords were flying like the wind, everything was in vain in the face of absolute strength.

As the fight between the two became more and more intense, Xia Yurou was caught in a dilemma, not knowing who to help.

But Nightingale once almost died at the hands of Dao Kuang while trying to save her. Xia Yurou would never forget this kindness.

Seeing Nightingale being forced to retreat step by step by the County Marquis, Xia Yurou quickly joined the battle and tried her best to resolve the fatal injuries of the two without getting hurt.

After a fierce confrontation, the three men finally stopped fighting, forming a triangle and breathing heavily.

"Marquis, Xiao Xiangyu has committed many evil deeds, and the consequences today are all the result of his past actions. As a father, you are heartbroken, but you must also understand that good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the law of heaven will bring good things. "

After hearing the princess' words, the marquis looked at the lifeless body with empty eyes, and picked up Xiao Xiangyu with trembling hands. His face was now full of the vicissitudes of life, and every step seemed to carry endless sorrow.

Looking at the county marquis's sorrowful back, Xia Yurou felt extremely sad, and she said sadly: "The sad wind wails to send the departed soul away, the lonely figure walks alone with tears on his collar. The cycle of heaven and earth will eventually end, but when will the sea of suffering in the world end?"

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When Xia Yurou returned to the inn dejectedly, Xiaoxue immediately came forward and asked in confusion: "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"Xiao Xiangyu is dead, but the county marquis..."

The words came to her lips but she was choked with sobs and couldn't speak. The desperate face of the Marquis appeared in front of Xia Yurou's eyes. The deep pain of losing a son that an old father felt made her unable to let go.

She said slowly: "Let's go back."

Xiaoxue packed her luggage obediently, and soon the two of them got on the carriage back to Longyang City. As the wheels rolled, they took Xia Yurou away from this sad place.

The afterglow of the setting sun covered the whole world with a layer of warm color, but it did not dispel the coldness in Xia Yurou's heart.

At this time, a figure stood on the top of the mountain. Nightingale stared at the carriage that was gradually going away, and couldn't help but humming softly: "The lonely peak stands alone and looks at the horizon, the setting sun reflects the sunset glow. The road is long and the love is hard to give up, the sword points to the sky and the intention is not to stop."

Although they had never been close friends and had always been on opposite sides, there was an indescribable emotion flowing in their hearts.

Xia Yurou in the carriage naturally noticed Nightingale as well. She wondered if they would be fighting with swords next time they met.

The setting sun outside the window was as red as blood, shining on Xia Yurou's cold face. The distant mountains were reflected in her eyes, but her heart was like a surging wave and could not calm down.

She gently stroked the car window, as if she could touch the gradually disappearing figure outside through the thin wood.

"The setting sun shines on the ancient road, and the lonely figure walks alone. The road is long and the feelings are far away, only longing accompanies loneliness."

Xia Yurou's voice was filled with unspeakable sorrow. Although Xiaoxue beside her did not understand the complex emotions in the princess' heart, she could also feel the faint sadness.

Pieces of golden leaves fall in the wind, just like the thoughts drifting in Xia Yurou's heart, light and elusive.

The carriage moved forward on the winding mountain road, the wheels rolling over the fallen leaves, making a rustling sound, accompanied by the rhythm of the horse's hooves, like a piece of farewell music.

Because the mountain road was too winding, the wheels were shaking on the uneven gravel road, which was uncomfortable.

The mountains in the distance looked even more majestic under the setting sun. The carriage finally disappeared in the afterglow of the setting sun, leaving only a blurry shadow...