Don't panic, nephew. I will take this pot of evil star.

And these few short words were the fixed opening pattern when I received letters from the young lady during those years.

Zhong Yan suppressed her palpitations and read the entire letter, her heart surging. She had memorized every word of the few hundred words by heart. This was the last letter the young lady had written to her!

The handwriting is the same and the content is exactly the same!

The circle drawn from the end of her eyes was a little rough, but the five-pointed star in the middle of the circle was like a bolt of lightning that struck her heart fiercely!

Her fingers gripping the paper began to tremble. Once suspicions arose, all the clues pointed to one place...

Obviously, this girl is it!

It was Princess Liyou Feng Xili who was announced to the world as having "passed away due to illness"!

Her mouth opened and closed excitedly, and she had so many things to say that she didn't know what to say first.

Feng Xili smiled and tilted her chin forward a little, "Sister Zhong, please sit down first."

"Miss Feng!" Zhong Yan sat down on the stool and leaned forward to look at her.

Feng Xili patted her hands soothingly and was about to speak, "Miss! Your hands are so cold?"

It was not until she sat in the warm bathtub that Feng Xili realized that Sister Zhong had such a strong ability to accept things?

When she saw the strange clothes under her cloak, she just opened her eyes wide, took the clothes she had taken off calmly, and did not ask any questions.

With this kind of mentality, it’s no wonder that he can open stores in eleven cities.

"Sister Zhong, can you tell me what happened in these years?"

Feng Xili was sitting neatly dressed in a room filled with aromatherapy. For her, letting go of her heart's blood was just yesterday, but for these people, eleven years had passed.

She was eager to know what changes had taken place over the years.

Zhong Yan returned to his country as a hostage from the State of Chu in the 17th year of Qizhao, and ascended the throne the following year. After that, he began to conquer all the way, annexing five states and two countries, until today the world is divided into two.

Feng Xili was amazed when she heard this. Her A Xun was simply too amazing!

Seeing her proud expression, Zhong Yan shook her head. "Miss, where have you been these past ten years? How did you become... like this?"

Feng Xili not only changed her appearance, but also her voice, but her age seemed to have not changed much. What's going on?

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly as she made up a story about how she met a wandering holy monk, who saved her life because of their chance meeting.

The rest was not said much.

Zhong Yan also understood and stopped asking questions.

After thinking about it and feeling that it was necessary to report on the operation of the hot pot restaurant over the years, there was a knock on the door.

A man in his forties stood outside the door, strong and tall, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, thin lips slightly pursed, and his chest heaving rapidly. It was obvious at a glance that he was in a hurry.

"Husband!" Zhong Yan stood up to greet him, pulled him in, and carefully closed the door.

Is this...Brother Wang?

Feng Xili was stunned for a moment. The man had changed a lot. In her memory, Brother Wang was still a shy and thin man, but the man in front of her was mature and steady, with bright eyes, giving people a sense of security and reliability.

Wang Zhihuai listened to his wife's brief whispers and then straightened his face. The moment their eyes met, they both understood each other's meaning.

The two men walked up to Feng Xili. She was about to ask them to sit down, but suddenly the two men shortened their height and both knelt in front of her.

Her outstretched hand froze in mid-air. "What are you doing?"

"Miss, you saved my daughter's life back then, and my wife and I are already beyond our ability to repay you. Then you entrusted us with such a large estate, and haven't even bothered with it for so many years. This kindness and trust will be remembered by my wife and me for the rest of our lives."

This…it’s not that she didn’t ask, she only asked during her time, but this cannot be said.

However, this couple is grateful, honest, reliable, and extremely intelligent. In a sense, they have found a treasure.

"Hurry up, hurry up. You two should know that I hate this the most."

After Feng Xili had a full meal and a good sleep, she strolled leisurely on the street. She looked disheveled yesterday, but today she was dressed brightly and beautifully.

Zexu City...Tianxu...

She supported her chin with one hand and tilted her head to look at the soldiers patrolling outside the teahouse.

Which team is this?

She grinned. Was the security this tight these days? In just half an hour, two... or three patrols had already passed by?

She has been hesitating these past two days about whether or not to go find Axun. But when she thought about how eleven years had passed, she wasn't sure if he still wanted to remember her.

She had clearly stabbed herself in the heart, and the feeling of her life slipping away was so real. How was it possible that she had traveled back in time with her original form in the blink of an eye?

Then do I still have dreams that can be "predicted"?

Her fingers were holding the tea tray and shaking it unconsciously, her eyes staring blankly at something.

If... it were to just stay here, wouldn't that be nice?

A loud "bang" startled Feng Xili so much that her fingers trembled and she overturned the whole cup of hot tea.

The table of the guests at the next table was split in half by a knife, but the person sitting there drinking tea stood still, holding the tea in one hand and sipping it leisurely, while in the other hand he held the long sword he had placed on the table.

"Master Ding, we agreed on a silver and goods deal. We've paid the silver, but where's the goods?"

A muscular man was holding a long knife, and several ferocious-looking men were following behind him.

Feng Xili's eyes lit up. Pavilion Master Ding?