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

[Inside the Soul-Tracing Mirror, the Nightingale walked in an unfamiliar courtyard. The whispers of the night wind came from the branches and leaves of the trees, adding a bit of weirdness to this familiar yet mysterious place.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the night, and dozens of dark shadows suddenly appeared above the roof.

Their figures were hidden by black robes, and only the bloodthirsty desire revealed in their cold eyes could be seen.

A middle-aged man with an imposing manner stood in the middle of the courtyard and said loudly: "I have retired from the underworld and just want to spend the rest of my life with my wife and children. Why won't you let me go?"

The moonlight barely illuminated a corner of the courtyard. A stunning woman came out of the room, holding a little girl who was sleeping soundly in her arms and came to Jiang Zi'ao's side.

She swept her eyes over the circle of black-clad men who were as ferocious as wolves and tigers, and asked sternly: "Do you really think you can threaten the Dragon Emperor with the lives of our Jiang family members?"

The black-clad man at the head of the group had eyes as cold as the abyss beneath his mask. He sneered and said in a cold and low voice, "Guard Jiang, even if you don't want to get involved in the royal family's dispute, I can't sleep or eat well until you die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the men in black quickly gathered towards Jiang Zi'ao, the weapons in their hands flashed coldly in the faint moonlight, and the air was filled with a thick murderous atmosphere.

Even though he was surrounded, Jiang Zi'ao did not flinch and immediately said to Liu Qingcheng, "Take Wan'er away quickly."

After throwing down five brief words, he moved as fast as lightning, with his bare hands but powerful force. Each punch was accompanied by the sound of breaking wind, and he dealt with the black-clad brothers holding long swords.

The sword lights were like weaving nets, but Jiang Zi'ao dissolved them one by one with amazing speed and strength. Occasionally, the tip of the sword would brush against the corner of his clothes, causing tiny sparks, but it failed to hurt him at all.

The big brother in black stood on the roof and watched their fight with disdain. His hands formed into claws, creating gusts of wind, and he was like a ghost attacking Jiang Zi'ao's vital points. The pressure of the early Grandmaster instantly enveloped the entire courtyard.

Faced with such a powerful power fluctuation, the dark energy in Jiang Zi'ao's body also surged. When he stepped on the ground with his feet, the ground seemed unable to withstand this force and shook slightly.

He quickly dodged the attack and counterattacked with a punch. The air exploded and the fist wind and claw shadow collided violently in the air.

Taking advantage of the time when Jiang Zi'ao was holding back a few people, Liu Qingcheng hurriedly crossed the bamboo forest and came to the backyard anxiously.

The servants in the mansion were awakened by the sound of fighting and fled. They were all killed by the men in black, and even a fly was spared.

An elderly butler hurried to Liu Qingcheng, and time had left deep marks on his face.

Liu Qingcheng eagerly handed the swaddling clothes in her arms to Butler Liu and tied the longevity lock engraved with the word "Wan" on the swaddling clothes, as if pouring all her love into it.

She couldn't bear to look at her daughter in the cradle, and said to the old housekeeper urgently: "Take Wan'er out through the back door quickly, and make sure to send her to Nandu City to find my father Liu Qingyun. Only her grandfather can protect Wan'er throughout her life."

The old butler did not hesitate for a moment. He walked quickly through the back door holding the little girl in his arms and rode away on his horse.

Nightingale stood in a daze in the corner of the backyard. The baby's safety lock was similar to the one she had worn on her chest for many years.

"I... I am Jiang Wan? Jiang Zi'ao's daughter?"

In this bloody and terrifying night, the nightingale's trembling voice seemed particularly clear, full of disbelief.

At this time, Liu Qingcheng had already arrived beside Jiang Zi'ao, her white clothes fluttering in the wind, like a fairy with a fierceness that should not be underestimated.

Faced with the black-clad men approaching again, the couple joined hands to fight the enemy, creating a thrilling picture with the sword shadows.

The figure of the big brother in black was so fast that only a trace of afterimage was left in the air, and each of his attacks carried devastating explosive power.

The wind from his palm whistled with a bone-chilling chill as it struck Jiang Zi'ao's heart, but he took the blow with his flesh and blood body, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes red.

Ye Qingcheng fell to the ground helplessly due to her serious injuries, and watched her husband suffer unimaginable pain.

The big brother in black slowly walked towards the seriously injured Jiang Zi'ao and tempted him: "Jiang Zi'ao, I admire your loyalty, but what can you gain from meaningless sacrifice? If you are willing to help me seize the country and become the king of the world, how about it?"

Jiang Zi'ao propped himself up and looked directly at the man behind the deep black robe: "You are dreaming. I will never betray the Dragon Emperor."

After saying this, he gritted his teeth, and some kind of power seemed to be stimulated in his body, and a faint blood-red light surrounded his body, which was the persistence of belief and the interpretation of loyalty. Even though his body was shaky, his unyielding will was like a rock, making the air around him solidify.

The battle in the courtyard became more and more brutal. The big brother in black suddenly appeared behind Jiang Zi'ao.

The powerful pressure from the early stage of the Grandmaster came down like a mountain, overwhelming his late stage Dark Force cultivation.

Jiang Zi'ao fought hard but was still defeated. He was knocked away by the irresistible force and fell heavily to the ground. His figure looked particularly embarrassed amid the flying dust.

He struggled to stand up, his chest churning and blood rushing to his throat again. He forced himself not to spit it out, but the unquenchable fire still burned in his eyes.

Ye Qingcheng crawled to Jiang Zi'ao's side with all her strength. Her trembling hands caressed her husband's blood-stained face with heartache. Tears slid down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string, dripping onto his clothes and instantly swallowed by the blood.

Seeing this, the black-clothed brother's sneer became more ferocious, with blood dripping from his fingers as he slowly pointed at Jiang Zi'ao and Liu Qingcheng, who no longer had any fighting power.

Nightingale rushed towards the big brother in black with red eyes, and her two swords drew a sharp arc in the air, like a moth to a flame, and suddenly fell into the air.

Flames devoured every corner of the Jiang Mansion, turning its former prosperity into ashes. Thick smoke obscured the moonlight, dyed the sky blood red, and made the surroundings even darker and more terrifying.

Liu Qingcheng's plain clothes were dyed red by the flames, and her hair was flying in the heat. She used up her last bit of strength to protect Jiang Zi'ao behind her, hoping that the flames would not affect her husband.

However, Jiang Zi'ao had a warm smile on his face, and their figures gradually became blurred in the sea of fire.

The scene suddenly switched, and the Nightingale was forcibly pulled by an invisible force to a desolate ancient road.

At this moment, Butler Liu was staggering on the horse's back, and the man in black behind him was biting him tightly like a cold messenger.

"Bang!" A dull sound.

Steward Liu fell heavily from his horse. In the flying dust, he struggled to get up, but could only lie weakly on the cold ground, with blood staining his clothes red.

The big brother in black picked up the baby in the cradle and looked up at the sky: "Jiang Zi'ao, Jiang Zi'ao, you have been loyal all your life and refused to be used by me until your death. Then I will let your bloodline with Liu Qingcheng become the sharpest blade in my hand."

After that, he said to the little girl in his arms: "From now on, you are no longer Jiang Wan, but the cold-blooded killer Nightingale."

The nightingale, who had been in deep sleep, suddenly opened his eyes. What was around him was no longer the desolate ancient road, but the long and deep corridor in Huangling. The candlelight cast mottled shadows, and the air was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood and the dust of time.

The Soul-Tracing Mirror was suspended in mid-air, with a faint blue light emanating from its surface, as if it could see into the deepest secrets and past of people's hearts.

Nightingale stood up slowly, but her legs were shaking due to the sudden truth, and she finally collapsed and half-knelt on the ground.

Who would have expected that the teacher who taught her martial arts throughout his life was actually the real murderer of her parents.

In order to support the Young Master of the Southern King over the years, he has lost count of how many people he has killed, and his hands are stained with the blood of countless people.

Nightingale's hatred at this moment was like a raging fire, burning her soul. She vowed to avenge her parents. She never expected that City Lord Liu was actually her own grandfather!