After the tragic death of the daughter of the emperor, she returned to her former marriage and refus

She looked at the secret guard on the ground, retreated to the side of the window, and hid behind the window leaf.

He covered his mouth and nose with one hand, raised the other hand, opened the mechanism of the flying needle hidden weapon made by Xu Jinghuai himself, and looked around vigilantly.

The autumn night is quiet, and the only sound in the courtyard is the autumn wind blowing up the fallen leaves.

The secret guard fell to the ground inexplicably, and the Yingfeng invited by Xiulian had not arrived yet. The secret guards of the Zhongyong Marquis' Mansion seemed to have disappeared in an instant, but Yan Yunshu was extraordinarily calm.

In her previous life, she had encountered even more bizarre things and had personally killed an assassin who wanted to kill her. Her hands were stained with real blood.

I have also experienced so many twists and turns and difficulties.

If in this life, fate still pushes her along the same path as before.

Then she would kill with her own hands everyone who wanted to take her life!

As she was thinking this, she suddenly felt dizzy for a moment.

She forced herself to stay awake and tried her best to keep her eyelids open.

Finally, her vision became clear.

But she felt a biting chill and looked out the window.

I saw a courtyard full of snow and wind, and the wintersweet tree standing out and bright in the snow.

The wintersweets look like bright red blood, scattered like stars in the pure white courtyard.

A gust of winter wind blew.

The wintersweets on the tree broke off one by one right before her eyes, with a crackle...

crunch...

The wintersweet flowers fell on the snow, like drops of blood scattered on a handkerchief.

Yan Yunshu released the hidden weapon from her sleeve and stretched her hand into the vast snow and wind.

Before she could feel the coolness, her vision went dark.

The whole person seemed to have fallen into an endless dream.

The familiar blank space, the familiar vortex, and the familiar whistling sound of the wind rolled her up and down.

In the end, she ended up in the former prime minister's residence.

Autumn wind and warm sun.

She looked at herself as a child, acting coquettishly at the knees of her father, Yan Feng, the former Prime Minister of Tianze.

"Daddy, Shu'er wants to eat candied haws."

"Daddy, thank you for the jade bracelet you gave to Shu'er..."

"Daddy..."

She and Little Radish kept laughing and chasing around their father.

From time to time, she would snuggle into her father's arms and act coquettishly.

An innocent and nostalgic smile bloomed on her face, and it was obvious that she loved her father.

But she had never seen the impatience and boredom on her father's face that was almost impossible to conceal.

"Daddy..."

Amidst the calls of "Daddy".

As the love circles around her, she sees herself growing up.

Eventually, she grew up to be what she is today.

"Daddy, my daughter likes someone."

"He's very good, he's the Crown Prince Xu Jinghuai..."

Xu Jinghuai...

Xu Jinghuai...

She felt a sharp pain in her heart, and the scene of the prime minister's residence shattered into small pieces before her, and then gradually disappeared.

In that endless dream of falling, Yan Yunshu was swept around again.

Finally, the intense tearing sensation threw her beside the endless tents outside Maple Forest City.

At dusk, the setting sun looks like blood.

In the sky, countless red maple leaves and golden ginkgo leaves are flying down.

The autumn wind blew, and the sound of trumpets came from afar.

She brushed aside the fallen leaves in front of her eyes and headed towards the sound of the horn.

I saw myself in a red dress and a veil, turning around and looking at me.

A strong and familiar feeling of pain and fear surged in her heart, as if a distant memory hidden in her bones had revived and was lifting her up bit by bit from her lost memory.

A pair of eyes that seemed to want to speak but could not, seemed to want to say something to him.

But I can't say it out loud.

She walked towards him, wanting to find out.

That self, however, looked outside the tent, at the edge of Fenglin City, where a mountain of swords and a sea of blood suddenly appeared.

After a moment, she turned around with tears in her eyes and spoke to him.

"Yan Yunshu, you owed him from the beginning to the end..."

……

The world is spinning.

Xu Jinghuai, dressed in black, stood in front of the familiar monument, just as she had seen it countless times in her dreams.

Saying, "I am willing to use my life to exchange for your rebirth..."

But she looked around.

In that familiar dream, there were originally countless tombstones, but now only hers remains.

The lonely tombstone where she was buried stood in Lingxiu City, at the center of the cracked bottom of Lingxu Lake.

She looked up at the sky, which was as gloomy and depressing as the Lingxiu City she had visited on a winter day in her previous life. The wind blew, and patches of inky black clouds pressed down towards her.

Getting closer little by little.

Until she couldn't breathe and finally fell backwards into the void.

"girl……"

"girl……"

Xiulian's voice seemed to come from the horizon.

Slowly pull her out of the suffocating dream.

"girl……"

A hot, damp towel was placed on her forehead.

She opened her eyes sharply.

Xiulian was looking at her worriedly, "Miss..."

Yan Yunshu moved her body and found that she was lying on her familiar couch, covered with her familiar soft silk quilt.

The pleasant fragrance of osmanthus filled the room.

Yan Yunshu breathed a sigh of relief, quickly stood up, and looked towards the place where the secret guard had just gone, only to see that the secret guard was still standing in the distance.

She frowned slightly and looked at the secret guard.

"What happened just now? Why did you fall down?"

The usually expressionless secret guard showed a hint of surprise on his face, "Miss, I haven't fallen yet..."

Yan Yunshu frowned even more tightly.

Could it be that the moment she used the secret whistle to call her secret guards, and asked Xiulian to ask Yingfeng to come, were all just a dream?

So he asked Xiulian again.

"Have you invited Yingfeng, the one I asked you to invite?"

Xiulian quickly replied, "I invited you, but the girl..." Xiulian pursed her lips, a little helpless, "But when he came, the girl fell asleep again."

"Ok?"

Yan Yunshu covered her forehead in disbelief, and one hand began to reflexively search for the dimly glowing spirit bead.

But found nothing.

She panicked.

She quickly stood up and began to search, but she could not find the spirit bead on her sleeve where she usually put it, nor on the pillow.

I turned the bed over again, but still couldn't find it.

I could only ask Xiulian, "Have you seen my Ghostly Light Pearl?"

"Glowing Pearl?" Xiulian was stunned. "Miss, are you looking for the Glowing Pearl?"

"Well! Look for it!"

Yan Yunshu gave the order while looking elsewhere.

"The girl always keeps the spirit pearl with her. She even holds it in her hand when she sleeps. How could it not be on her bed?"

Xiulian muttered as she searched the bed inside and out.

Still not found.

He also began to panic, because the spirit pearl was priceless and was the girl's most precious treasure.

Even if I'm away for a moment, I won't be at peace.

Why is it missing?

She quickly knelt on the ground and searched under the bed.

Seeing that there was still no sign of the spirit pearl, she became more and more anxious. She was about to send someone to look for the lady, asking her to close the door of the house to look for the spirit pearl, and then call other maids to look for it together.

But in a panic, he saw the glowing spirit bead through the gap under the bed. It fell under the window leaf on the north side, on the floor.

At this moment, it is emitting a dark light.