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

When Yan Shuyao fell into the water, she was still ordinary-looking.

After falling into the water, not only did her personality change drastically, but her appearance also became exceptionally vivid and beautiful almost overnight.

In fact, these were all ghosts from another world who occupied Yan Shuyao's body and robbed her of her luck.

Unfortunately, what is stolen is always stolen.

From today on, she will never let her steal her luck again!

Seeing that Yan Yunshu didn't react at all except for frowning, everyone felt bored.

In addition, Xu Jingye impatiently asked everyone to disperse, so everyone dispersed.

Xu Jingye wanted to be patient and talk to Yan Yunshu for a few words, but looking at Yan Yunshu's greasy face that was always covered with exaggerated makeup, he just felt nauseous.

I can’t even say it!

Not far away, Prime Minister Yan, who was saying goodbye to other court officials, waved at them.

"Yao'er, hurry up! The snow is getting heavier!"

Seeing Yan Shuyao and Yan Yunshu bid farewell to Xu Jingye, they were about to leave.

Xu Jingye was also a little anxious.

He finally managed to say something to Yan Yunshu's back.

"Enough of your nonsense! If you don't ask your grandfather to reject your marriage proposal with Xu Jinghuai within three days, you will never be able to enter my Prince Ye's Mansion in this lifetime."

Yan Yunshu snorted in her heart and walked towards the hall door without saying a word.

Anyway, Xu Jingye didn't mention anyone by name, so she could just treat it as Xu Jingye barking like a dog.

Xu Jingye couldn't help but get angry when he saw Yan Yunshu was so disrespectful to him.

"Stop!"

Of course Yan Yunshu wouldn't stop. Although Xu Jingye was a prince, didn't he mention the names? There were so many people here! Who knew who he was telling to stop?

Yan Yunshu not only did not stop, but instead quickened her pace.

He quickly shook off Xu Jingye.

Xu Jingye could only watch her leave helplessly and was too embarrassed to chase after her.

When Yan Yunshu and Yan Shuyao were about to walk out of the hall, they saw their brother Yan Yunyi running towards them in a hurry.

In her hand, she was holding a brocade cloak embroidered with a silver phoenix.

This silver-thread brocade cloak embroidered with a phoenix was finally draped steadily on Yun Yao's body.

Yan Yunyi's eyes were full of concern. "Sister, it's windy and snowy outside, be careful not to catch a cold."

As he spoke, he did not forget to carefully put the hat on the brocade cloak on Yan Shuyao, and then carefully supported Yun Yao and walked towards the palace door, as if he was supporting a rare treasure.

Yan Yunshu was already numb and couldn't feel much anymore.

Regardless of whether Yan Shuyao bewitched her or not, she no longer wanted this brother.

She followed them out of the palace gate.

In an instant, snow fell all over the sky and hit her.

Her black hair, like a waterfall, was covered with snowflakes, one by one, condensing together. Everyone around her was making a hissing sound, saying it was so cold.

After all, the weather was just right when we came here today. Who could have expected that a heavy snow would suddenly come on the day of the Beginning of Winter?

The servants in the carriages of each mansion had brought warm clothes, but they could not enter the imperial city and could only wait outside the city gate, which made life difficult for these noble young men and women.

There were more and more voices complaining about the cold.

Yan Yunshu reached out to catch the snowflakes, and the reborn anger was accompanied by a strong sadness.

Is it cold? Not at all! How could the coldest winter night compare to the bone-chilling cold of a prison cell?

Along the way, there were a large number of people, and the palace maids stood on both sides holding oil-paper umbrellas for them.

The imperial palace is as big as a city.

Except for the elderly court officials who could ride in sedan chairs, the rest had to walk towards the city gate in the snow. Gradually, more and more silent complaints were heard.

Only Yan Yunshu said nothing, but just walked quietly with the crowd.

The palace maid's oil-paper umbrella was not held firmly, and many snowflakes fell on her forehead.

The snowflakes melted in the heat of her body, and tiny drops of water slid across her face.

Then the exaggeratedly thick powder and rouge that was applied all over her face gradually mixed with the snow water and fell into the snow, disappearing without a trace.

Her beautiful face finally emerged bit by bit.

The palace maid beside her was dazzled.

The oil-paper umbrella was completely tilted to one side, but Yan Yunshu still said nothing. It didn't matter whether she had the umbrella or not.

What’s important is that this heavy snow made her feel completely and truly that she was back.

She was truly reborn.

It is true, not just one of the countless pipe dreams in prison, it really happened.

She could feel the coolness of the snowflakes falling on her forehead, she could feel the crunching touch of the snow as she walked, and she could feel that she was really still alive.

very nice.

She smiled.

There was still a long way to go to the city gate, and the snow was getting heavier.

The dense crowds turned the whole world into white. Looking around, it was all white.

Only the lamp shows where the city gate is and where the road under your feet is.

Yan Yunshu looked up at the sky.

Snowflakes instantly covered her entire face, and then melted into sparkling water droplets, still constantly washing her beautiful face.

Finally, her face was completely washed away like a pearl that had been covered in dust for many years.

I saw that her eyebrows were like distant black, her eyes were like autumn water, her lips were red without any makeup, and her face was powdered without any makeup.

Her long hair, dotted with snowflakes, falls like a waterfall, and her figure is graceful, like a fairy descending to the earth, pure and elegant.

The palace maid holding an umbrella for her stopped in surprise.

When the beautiful woman in front of her looked at her in confusion, she hurriedly opened the umbrella for Yun Shu.

Not long after, a rustling sound came from the side, and suddenly a silver fox cloak fell on her inexplicably.

She looked in the direction of the voice and saw only a blurry figure.

The palace maid beside her was completely unaware of this sudden change. After all, she was still completely immersed in Yun Shu's beautiful face.

Yan Yunshu tightened her cloak and felt a little warm in her heart.

It’s great. Although I don’t know who it is, at least there is someone in this world who cares about her besides her grandparents.

Maybe it was sent to the wrong person, but it didn’t matter. This unexpected warmth also made her heart a little calmer.

On the carriage.

Her brother handed Yan Shuyao a furry hand warmer. Yun Yao took it and smiled sweetly.

"Thank you, brother. You are so kind!"

Yan Yunshu looked down at her red, frozen hands.

Laughed.

Haha, it doesn’t matter, none of it matters.

It’s better not to have this idiot brother.

Large snowflakes fell, the snow was too deep, and the carriage moved extremely slowly. As it swayed from side to side, Yun Shu actually fell asleep.

The dream was about that gloomy and terrifying prison.

It was pitch dark, with only a small skylight the size of a palm at the top of the high wall.

Large flakes of snow leaked through the skylight, and Yan Yunshu saw a mutilated body, which looked very much like her own, lying on the cold ground full of dead rats.

"go to hell!"

Xu Jingye was pulling his hair and desperately pouring poisoned wine into himself.

Yan Shuyao's voice surrounded me in my dream.

"Sister, I finally got all your luck!"

"Sister, did you hear that? Everyone says it's a good thing you died!"

The scene switches to the city gate in the snow.

It's snowing heavily.

In the vast expanse of snow, she saw her grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, and the whole family, young and old.

Kneeling in front of the guillotine, one person is accompanied by an executioner.

The executioner sharpened his knife.

Her grandparents shouted at her anxiously.

"Shu'er! Go! Go!"

The executioner raised his knife and struck.

Yun Shu yelled, "No!!!"

Don’t…don’t…don’t…