In my previous life, I killed my whole family. In my next life, I killed the royal family.

Qi Wan walked back. Although she felt sorry that she couldn't take Wu Yi with her, she knew that Wu Yi was living well here, so she put her worries aside.

"I'll just treat my past life as a dream and let it go from now on!"

She couldn't help but laugh when she thought of Wu Yi thinking that she was the disciple taught by her senior sister.

Wu Yi caught up with him and said, "Wait, wait a minute."

Qi Wan turned around, tilted his head and looked at Wu Yi with a smile.

If Wu Yi continued to ask, she would tell Wu Yi the truth.

Wu Yi bowed and said, "Miss Qi, my master wants to see you."

Qi Wan was slightly startled, "Your master?"

She was stunned, and suddenly remembered that a thought had flashed through her mind before.

"In his previous life, Wu Yi was probably sent by someone to protect me."

Otherwise, someone with such excellent skills as Wu Yi would not do rough work in the harem.

This thought is actually true.

Qi Wan was very excited and thought: "Is it the old general who was on good terms with my grandfather?"

"Or are you the old general's descendant?"

Qi Wan followed behind Wu Yi, feeling excited. She wanted to meet this person who had sent Wu Yi to protect her in her previous life. "I must be very grateful to my benefactor."

Wu Yi took a step forward and looked at Qi Wan curiously:

The upper body is a light green plain brocade shirt, and the lower body is a dark green long pleated skirt. Small pink, red and bright red peach blossoms embroidered with silk threads are scattered from the shoulders to the hem of the skirt, from sparse to dense. The embroidery is very exquisite.

Her waist-length black hair was tied up with a light green ribbon embroidered with small pink flowers. When she walked, her dress and hairband fluttered, making her as light and graceful as a fairy.

"I have never seen such a beauty." Wu Yi said secretly.

She was puzzled. "Looking at the lady's attire, she must be of noble status. She actually went into Ghost Valley alone without bringing any servants. She is really too bold."

Perhaps it was because of Qi Wan's concern for her just now, and Qi Wan's use of the Wuling sword technique, Wu Yi felt close to Qi Wan.

Wu Yi politely led Qi Wan into a three-story courtyard with a quiet path.

"The master is inside, please go in, Miss Qi." Wu Yi stood in the yard and did not go in.

Qi Wan climbed a few stone steps and entered the main hall. She smelled a familiar sweet scent: ambergris.

This spice is extremely rare and precious, and only people in the royal family can use it.

Doubts arose in her mind, who is the owner of Ghost Valley?

Qi Wan took a deep breath of the fragrance and stepped into the main hall. There was no one in the hall. She looked around and saw a man in the east room with his hands behind his back facing the window.

She stepped forward and bowed, "Meet Your Excellency."

Hearing the voice, the man turned around and looked at Qi Wan, and the two looked at each other.

He was dressed in a moon-white robe, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, his face was well-defined, and his sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples.

His eyes were clear, like a spring, and his eyebrows were bright and gentle as he looked at Qi Wan.

Qi Wan's white jade face first showed surprise, then she smiled slightly, a pair of dimples appeared on her face, and her cheeks looked naturally rosy, like a blooming peony, white with a hint of red.

A pair of beautiful black curved eyebrows seem to be painted, and a pair of bright eyes are clearly black and white, rippling with the bright light of pearls.

The man raised the corners of his mouth and put on a smile.

The sunlight came through the window and sprinkled on his body, as if covering him with a soft halo, making him exude a gentle and jade-like temperament.

Qi Wan was stunned for a moment, then murmured, "I seem to have seen you somewhere before. You look so familiar."

He smiled softly but didn't say anything.

He walked to the armchair in front of the desk, sat down, and waved to Qi Wan.

Qi Wan walked to the desk and stood still.

He opened the drawer of his desk, took out a few paintings and placed them on the table.

He unfolded the drawing paper and Qi Wan looked at the painting in shock.

One picture shows a chubby three-year-old girl wearing a red dress, holding a small cloth tiger in her hand and laughing with her mouth open.

In another photo, a four-year-old girl is laughing and chasing a group of chickens.

In another photo, a five-year-old girl is running on the snow.

The last picture is the scene in Qi Wan’s memory.

She looked at the paintings in front of her, and her dormant memories gradually awakened.

She remembered that someone had shaken her hand and taught her to draw, "Don't be impatient, little dumpling, draw slowly."

Someone taught her to play the piano, "Little Dumpling is really smart."

Someone was teaching her how to play chess, "Little Dumpling, you can play whatever you want with the black pieces."

These memories slowly awakened in her heart like lightning, and she finally remembered the man she called when she was a child, "Brother Prince."

Qi Wan's eyes widened in shock, and he took a step back and stood still, "Brother Crown Prince."

"Haha, it turns out that little Dumpling still remembers me." Wang Qin smiled happily.

His voice is deep, rich and magnetic, as ethereal and pleasant as the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley.

Qi Wan pouted, tears welling up in her eyes, "Why did you leave? I had forgotten about you."

"You forgot that it's my duty." Wang Qin smiled bitterly.

Qi Wan's tears rolled down her eyes.

Wang Qin stood up, took out a clean handkerchief and wanted to wipe Qi Wan's tears, but he thought it was inappropriate because the little girl had grown up.

He handed the handkerchief to Qi Wan and smiled gently, "Because I am dead."

"Ah? Why? What happened?" Qi Wan was confused, with a string of tears hanging on her face, like two strings of shining pearls.

Wang Qin spread his hands and said, "It's a long story."

"Tell me, what happened?" Qi Wan asked anxiously.

"Sit down and I'll tell you."

The two sat down at the desk.

Wang Qin simply told Qi Wan the reason: "Eleven years ago, on the night my father passed away, my half brother Wang Jin tricked me into going to the imperial study to discuss the matter of ascending to the throne. I was only eleven years old at that time and didn't know the danger."

He was locked in the study and then set on fire in the imperial study.

Wang Qin was rescued by secret guards and sent out of the palace. He hid from place to place and finally ended up here.

Wang Jin announced to the public that the prince was burned to death in a fire, and he ascended to the throne, becoming the current Emperor Ruifeng.

Seeing that the prince was dead, the court officials had no choice but to acknowledge the emperor.

Everyone in the world knows the truth: Wang Jin killed his younger brother in order to seize his position.

Anyone who dared to discuss this matter was executed by Emperor Ruifeng as a warning to others.

As a result, no one dared to mention the little prince anymore.

Wang Qin said sadly: "More than a dozen palace servants and guards died in that fire, and Prime Minister Pei's nephew Pei Ningyuan was also burned to death."

"He was my tutor, and he accompanied me to the imperial study. After the fire, he wore the prince's clothes and sat in the room to save me, and let the guards rescue me. He sacrificed his life."

Qi Wan suddenly realized that her sixth uncle died saving the former crown prince.

Everyone in the family felt sad whenever he was mentioned, but no one ever mentioned how my sixth uncle died.

After hearing these things, Qi Wan felt sad and hated Emperor Ruifeng.

She made up her mind secretly: "The dog emperor wanted to burn his brothers to death for the throne, and also killed my sixth uncle. I must avenge this."

Wang Qin could see that Qi Wan’s face was full of indignation.

He whispered, "I have avenged your sixth uncle."

Qi Wan looked at him in surprise.

"Wang Jin was given a chronic poison by someone I left in the palace." He smiled mysteriously, but didn't dare to say anything to Qi Wan.

After Wang Jin came to power, he never had another son or daughter.

"He should be poisoned to death." Qi Wan said hatefully.

"No, poison him to death immediately, then he will be relieved."

"Didn't he get the throne and want to enjoy life and beauties? Poison him, make him eat poorly and sleep poorly, and have nightmares every day."

"It's still too easy for him." Qi Wan pouted, "You even lost the throne."

He smiled and comforted Qi Wan, "I am now capable of doing everything. I can kill him to avenge myself and take back the throne."

"But I didn't do that. I've lived a free life here for ten years. I no longer like to live a life of intrigue. I yearn for a free and simple life."

He looked at Qi Wan for a few seconds, then lowered his head and sighed. Because of Wang Jin's conspiracy, he not only lost his throne, but also caused many people to lose their lives.

However, if he were to take back the throne, there would be bloodshed and many innocent people would once again become victims.

"Haha, life is pretty good this way." He lowered his eyes and laughed, hiding the sadness in his eyes.