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

Inside the imperial mausoleum, Xia Yurou, with her bulging belly, walked slowly forward, holding onto the ancient wall, and finally found the prince she had been thinking about in front of a stone chamber.

"Rou'er? Why are you here?"

When Ren Chenxi saw Xia Yurou, he was also shocked and hurried forward to support her, fearing that she would make any mistake. There was both blame and heartache in his eyes.

Xia Yurou said with a little sweat: "I have watched many costume dramas on TV. The imperial mausoleum is very dangerous. How could Rouer let the prince fall into danger alone?"

Although he had accepted these unfamiliar words, he still couldn't help asking: "What is this TV?"

Xia Yurou gently stroked her bulging belly and patiently explained to the prince: "In addition to historical books and ancient books, in my distant hometown, there is also a household appliance called TV. Just like the movies I mentioned to you before, they can also be shown on TV, and they can also play various TV series, animations, news, etc."

After listening to the magical things described by Rou'er, Ren Chenxi's eyes were full of curiosity about the unknown world, and he exclaimed: "It's incredible that the TV you mentioned can show everything. If there is such a thing, I would like to watch it with you, to see the prosperity of the world, the magnificent mountains and rivers, and even the stars and the sea, and to experience every wonderful moment of the myriad worlds together."

Xia Yurou leaned gently on Ren Chenxi's shoulder and said softly, "If we can return to the palace safely, Rouer will find a way to solve the network problem. If there was an internet connection, I would have played it on my phone a long time ago. Why wait until now?"

"Is the Internet the mysterious link that connects the world? Although I don't know the details, I have already had endless fantasies. I imagine that through this Internet, I can watch the TV wonders that Rou'er mentioned, and I can also travel thousands of miles to understand the customs and habits of places I have never set foot on. I really can't wait to witness it all with my own eyes."

After saying this, he looked at Xia Yurou affectionately, his eyes flashing with infinite longing for the future, as if he could see through the cracks in time and space and see the brilliant world woven by the Internet.

At this time, a petite figure appeared in front of the two of them. She said excitedly: "Miss, I finally found you in this winding tunnel."

The moment he saw Xiaoxue, Ren Chenxi couldn't help but frown and asked, "Why did you come in too?"

The little girl had beads of sweat on her forehead and her cheeks were red from running. She panted and said, "I am worried about the safety of the prince and the young lady, so I came to protect you."

As she spoke, she straightened her back, which made Xia Yurou feel that Xiaoxue was very much like the lolita in her own world.

But Ren Chenxi, as a prince, has a headache. If he really encounters danger in the imperial mausoleum, he not only has to protect Rou'er who is pregnant, but also her little follower.

Although he thought about it, he didn't drive Xiaoxue away, and now he didn't know where the exit was. What if he encountered danger?

He could only sigh and slowly said, "Since you are here, you must be careful and follow me closely."

After saying that, Ren Chenxi took a torch from the wall and walked in front to lead the way, entering the unknown darkness.

Xiaoxue followed closely behind the princess, supporting her and holding the whip tightly, ready to deal with any danger that might arise.

The figures of the three people gradually lengthened and then quickly shortened in the dim light, as if they were walking in the river of time, and every step was stepping on the pulse of history.

Suddenly, there was a loud clanging sound of fighting coming from the front, and discordant sword lights and fan shadows flashed in the dim passage.

When they got closer, they were surprised to find that the two people fighting for their lives were actually Sun Erniang and Du Wenxuan!

Er Niang attacked Du Wenxuan's vital points with anger, but he kept dodging, sometimes using his folding fan to block Er Niang's fatal blow, and did not launch a real attack.

Xia Yurou stood aside anxiously, and asked in confusion: "Why did Second Mother fight with Master Du?"

Ren Chenxi shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

In order to prevent the situation from getting worse, Xia Yurou quickly said, "Don't just stand there, stop them."

Xiaoxue came to her senses after hearing this, and immediately swung the whip in her hand and wrapped it around Sun Erniang's waist.

But she struggled to break free, and with her eyes wide open, she attacked Du Wenxuan's vital points again like a madman.

Faced with this sharp attack, Du Wenxuan had no choice but to block it with his folding fan, and the tip of the sword and the fan made a crisp "ding" sound.

Xia Yurou was extremely anxious at this moment. Although she didn't know much about Du Wenxuan, he seemed to be a gentleman when they were discussing poetry before. Could it be that Du Wenxuan had been harassing Er Niang, making her so angry that she killed her?

But according to Er Niang's previous character, she would not do such an unwise thing. Xia Yurou couldn't figure out the reason, so she simply asked directly: "What's wrong with you?"

Sun Erniang's eyes were filled with anger, and the long sword in her hand carried her endless resentment. The sword flashed, and suddenly stabbed at the seemingly gentle folding fan in Du Wenxuan's hand.

The folding fan gently opened, and a faint light seemed to flow between the fan bones, connecting with the tip of the sword, making a sound of metal clashing.

While resisting, Du Wenxuan asked hypocritically: "Second Mother, is there any misunderstanding between us?"

"I saw with my own eyes through the Soul Tracing Mirror that it was you who killed Muntou. You were afraid that he would reveal the secret, so you decided to kill him."

This statement shocked everyone.

Xiaoxue asked angrily: "Did you kill Mentou?"

Even though the evidence was irrefutable, Du Wenxuan still explained calmly: "Miss Xiaoxue, although I am not a saint, I know that killing someone means paying with one's life. Moreover, this is Brother Mentou, the one that Second Lady cares about the most. How could I be so cruel to him?"

After saying this, he turned to Sun Erniang, pretending to be particularly innocent and said: "Erniang, you and I have been through thick and thin together for a long time, how could I kill someone for my own selfish desires? What I saw in the Soul Tracing Mirror may not be the truth."

As Er Niang slowly put down her sword, a familiar voice suddenly came: "Don't believe him."

Dong Yuhong rushed into the dim tunnel like a blaze, the two willow-curved swords in her hands shining coldly as she charged towards Du Wenxuan, each strike containing the rage of revenge.

Her voice pierced through the silence and echoed throughout the cave: "Du Wenxuan, return my father's life to me."

Xiaoxue widened her eyes in surprise and looked at the princess with a bewildered look on her face: "What...what is going on?"

Sun Erniang immediately stood between Dong Yuhong and Du Wenxuan, with the long sword in her hand across, the tip of the sword trembling slightly, blocking Dong Yuhong's powerful and fatal blow to Du Wenxuan.

"Miss Dong, we all saw with our own eyes that it was Nightingale who killed Escort Leader Dong, how come you are bringing this to Du Wenxuan?"

Dong Yuhong's eyes were filled with more anger, and she shouted, "In the Soul-Shaping Mirror, the leader of the men in black is Du Wenxuan. All this is just his conspiracy to bring chaos to the martial arts world. If it weren't for his plan, how could my father have died a violent death?"

After she finished speaking, she waved her two swords, like two red dragons intertwined with anger and sadness, sweeping towards Du Wenxuan.

Du Wenxuan's face changed slightly, and light flowed when he waved the folding fan, forming a barrier to block her attack.

He was about to make another argument when he saw Sun Erniang suddenly jump up and the sword in her hand attacked his throat again.

"Lengzi's death was also secretly planned by you, right? Du Wenxuan, the blood debt you owe will be settled today."

Du Wenxuan retreated quickly, the folding fan in his hand seemed to come alive, each wave was accompanied by a breeze and a faint light, trying to confuse the audience. At the same time, he said confidently: "Second Mother, you misunderstood, this is all a conspiracy, and I am also a victim. The Soul Tracing Mirror... the Soul Shaping Mirror are all evil things, what you see may not be true."

His words tried to shroud the minds of everyone present like a mist, but Er Niang would not be fooled by his sweet words again. She suddenly took a step forward, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Du Wenxuan's heart, and the sword body hummed, as if responding to her fighting spirit: "Even if you speak eloquently today, you can't escape. Watch out for the sword."