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When the illusion changed again, Jiang Qingwu and her companions were surprised to find themselves standing in Chen Yunwei's bedroom. The interior of the bedroom was decorated very luxuriously, but the air was filled with a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

Chen Yunwei sat quietly beside the bed, holding Feng Jingchen tightly in her arms. However, her face didn't reflect the joy of becoming a new mother; instead, it was filled with deep worry and fear. She recalled the conversation she had overheard outside the imperial study that day. Those words, like sharp knives, pierced her heart deeply.

"My child... my beloved Jingchen... is he really just a sacrifice for Feng Moxuan? A tool to prolong his life?" Chen Yunwei pondered inwardly. "Haha, the beautiful scenery and beautiful weather belong to him alone..."

A glint of determination flashed in her eyes. She absolutely could not let this happen! So, without hesitation, she shared her concerns and suspicions with her family members. After careful consideration, the Chen family decided to take action. They knew that if Feng Moxuan's conspiracy was not stopped, the entire southern border would be plunged into a deeper crisis.

To protect Chen Yunwei and her child, the Chen family secretly plotted and prepared everything. They knew Feng Moxuan's power was immense and his methods were ruthless, but to protect their loved ones, the Chen family resolutely chose to resist. They campaigned for support from various factions, hoping to unite and defeat Feng Moxuan's threat. Simultaneously, the Chen family actively gathered evidence to expose Feng Moxuan's crimes and reveal his true face to the world.

At this critical moment, the Chen family demonstrated unwavering resolve and courage. They knew this was a life-or-death struggle, but for justice and the safety of their families, they were willing to pay any price. Every member of the Chen family threw themselves into this battle, giving their all, whether through wits or force.

Meanwhile, Chen Yunwei is working hard to adapt to her new role and become a strong mother. She knows she shoulders a heavy responsibility: not only to take care of her son, but also to take responsibility for his future. Despite the hardships of life, Chen Yunwei remains optimistic and believes that as long as she perseveres, she will be able to overcome them.

A year later, during Feng Jingchen's one-year-old birth ceremony, a coup ignited. The entire palace was plunged into chaos, blood flowing like a river. Feng Moxuan stood on the platform, his face filled with rage and fury. He had not expected Chen Yunwei's family to be so decisive, to launch a coup over a baby. However, the Chen family was fully prepared, quickly organizing a counterattack and engaging Feng Moxuan in a fierce battle.

"Didn't you say everything was under control?" Feng Moxuan roared at the mysterious man beside him, his face twisted with rage, his eyes flashing with fury. However, the mysterious man simply smiled coldly, seemingly unfazed by Feng Moxuan's anger. His eyes were cold and ruthless, revealing a chilling aura.

"I'm only making a deal with you, not helping you with these trivial matters." The mysterious man's voice was cold and calm, without a trace of emotion. His words were like a sharp sword, piercing Feng Moxuan's anger. "Besides, if Feng Jingchen isn't the 100th sacrifice, you will be the 100th. I don't have to worry about this deal failing. What does the fate of Nanjiang have to do with me? I'm a demon cultivator, and I love these bloody things!"

Feng Moxuan's expression instantly turned grim, his eyes filled with shock and fear. He knew the mysterious man's words were true, and he couldn't refute them. His body trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with despair and helplessness. He realized he had fallen into an inescapable trap, a trap he had set himself.

His gaze turned to the battlefield. He saw that Chen Yunwei's family had been subdued by Feng Jingchen's personal guards. Their bodies fell to the ground, their blood staining the ground red. A flicker of pride flashed in Feng Moxuan's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by fear.

"Come, prepare the blood sacrifice!" Feng Moxuan's voice echoed through the palace, a hint of madness in it. His eyes gleamed with determination, as if he had already made up his mind to complete this blood sacrifice. As soon as his order was given, a group of black-robed men quickly appeared before him, holding various offerings and ritual items.

Chen Yunwei watched all this, her heart aching as if it were being torn apart. Tears streamed down her face, her eyes filled with despair and sorrow. She knew she was powerless to prevent this tragedy, and her heart was filled with self-blame and regret. She felt she had let Feng Jingchen down, and she had let all of Southern Xinjiang down.

Chen Yunwei looked at everything before her, her heart filled with despair and helplessness. She knew that with her family's current strength, they could not compete with Feng Moxuan. And her son was on the brink of life and death.

She slowly turned around and looked at the maid who had been with her since childhood, growing up together and practicing martial arts together. This maid had always been the person she trusted the most. At this moment, she decided to entrust Feng Jingchen to her.

"Take him away, the farther the better." Chen Yunwei's voice was low and resolute, as if she had made up her mind.

A tear flashed in the maid's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. She took Feng Jingchen from the cradle and held him tightly in her arms.

"Go quickly and don't look back!" Chen Yunwei reminded again.

The maid nodded and turned to leave. Her steps were steady and firm, without the slightest hesitation.

Chen Yunwei watched the maid go away until her figure disappeared into the darkness. Then, she took a deep breath, raised her sword, and walked resolutely towards the palace gate.

The night was as dark as ink, and the wind was biting cold. Outside the palace gate, Feng Moxuan and his blood sacrifice waited quietly. Their eyes were cold and ruthless, as if they had already seen the dawn of victory.

Chen Yunwei stood in front of the palace gate, her long hair fluttering in the wind. Her gaze was firm, fearless.

"Come on, Feng Moxuan. Let's compete!" Her voice echoed in the night sky, full of challenge and courage.

Feng Moxuan smiled slightly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. He raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at Chen Yunwei.

"You overestimate your abilities!" he sneered.

Chen Yunwei didn't flinch. She brandished her sword and rushed towards Feng Moxuan. A fierce battle began...

A cold smile played across Feng Moxuan's lips, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if everything before him were just a game. He looked at Chen Yunwei with disdain, as if she were a tiny ant. "Do you think you can stop me with your meager strength?" Feng Moxuan's voice was filled with sarcasm. "How ridiculous! If so, your soul will become my powerful nourishment, and your son will become the vessel of my eternal life."

Chen Yunwei gripped her sword tightly, the tip pointed directly at Feng Moxuan, her eyes gleaming with determination. Although she knew she couldn't stand up to Feng Moxuan, she would never allow him to succeed. "Even if it costs me my life, I will never let my son become your victim!" Chen Yunwei's voice echoed in the silent night sky, filled with endless determination and resolve.

At this moment, the blood sacrifice ritual had already begun, and a blood-red light surged towards Feng Moxuan and Chen Yunwei like a tide. As the light gradually dissipated, Chen Yunwei's body fell powerlessly in a pool of blood, but her soul quietly merged into Feng Moxuan's body.

At this moment, two souls engaged in a fierce struggle within the same body. They tangled together, fighting relentlessly for control of this body. This life-and-death struggle unfolded silently, every moment filled with tension and excitement.

How could Chen Yunwei's soul contend with Feng Moxuan, who had already transformed into ninety-nine bodies? She could only feign weakness, gathering strength and biding her time. Meanwhile, Feng Moxuan dispatched wave after wave of assassins to hunt down Chen Yunwei's personal maid. The maid, accompanied by Feng Jingchen, desperately fled the Southern Xinjiang Imperial Palace, but they dared not rest or relax for a moment, knowing full well that Feng Moxuan's assassins could appear at any time.

The maidservant traversed a dense forest, climbed over a precipitous mountain range, and finally reached a remote village. "We're here! We should be safe here," the maidservant whispered, a tired yet relieved smile on her face. She hugged Feng Jingchen tightly, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes.

However, at this moment, the illusion twisted and changed again... When everything returned to calm, Jiang Qingwu and the others were surprised to find themselves in a desolate suburb. They were surrounded by endless barren fields, with rolling hills in the distance. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

It was a desolate, overgrown wilderness, devoid of human life. There was only the rustling of the grass as the wind blew through it. Suddenly, in this silence, a woman in plain clothes, with a haggard face, appeared. She looked like an ordinary village woman, but in her arms, she was clutching an unconscious child.

The woman's face was filled with panic and fear. As she ran, she kept looking back, as if something terrible was chasing her. Her eyes revealed despair and helplessness, which made people feel pity.

"There!" Feng Ci suddenly pointed forward. Everyone looked in the direction he pointed and saw a group of people dressed in Southern Xinjiang uniforms rapidly approaching. Their faces were cold and murderous, and they were clearly coming for the woman.

Zhongli Xiu's brow furrowed. He could clearly sense the intense murderous aura emanating from these soldiers. He realized the situation was dire. If he didn't act quickly, the woman and the child might be in danger.

At this moment, the woman seemed to have sensed the approach of the pursuers. Her steps became increasingly hurried, even stumbling. At a bend, she discovered a cave hidden in the grass. Without hesitation, she rushed in, carefully hiding the child in her arms. Then, she wrapped some straw with her own clothes, pretending to be holding a child, and finally turned and ran in the other direction.

"Your Highness, I cannot protect you. I'm sorry..." The woman's voice was filled with despair and grief. She knew she might not be able to escape the enemy this time, but she still hoped to protect the child. As her figure gradually faded away, until she disappeared into the vast wilderness, only silence remained.

Less than a quarter of an hour after she left, a shifty-looking man entered the cave, carrying a child. He was dressed in a black nightgown, his face covered with a black cloth, leaving only his eyes visible. He looked incredibly mysterious. He entered the cave cautiously, holding the child tightly in his arms, as if afraid of being seen...

Meanwhile, the pursuers finally caught up with the village woman. However, when they saw what she was holding, they flew into a rage. It turned out to be a bundle of straw, not a child. In their rage, they kicked her to the ground, knocking her unconscious from the blow.

"Bah, worthy of being the Queen's confidant, he can really run!" The leading general said angrily. His face was terribly gloomy, and his eyes were flashing with anger.

"Commander! What should we do? If we can't find the Crown Prince, it's no use capturing this woman!" A trembling soldier said to the leading commander. His voice was filled with fear and anxiety, and he was clearly very worried about the current situation.

"What should we do? Search! Search the entire area within a ten-mile radius. Don't leave a single corner unsearched!" the general said fiercely. His tone was firm, unquestionable. He then kicked the woman again, venting his anger.

"Yes!" the soldiers answered in unison, then quickly dispersed and began searching the surrounding wilderness for any trace of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Holding torches, they carefully searched every possible hiding place, leaving no corner untouched.

Jiang Qingwu and her companions could only watch silently from the sidelines. Trapped in a fantasy world, they were unable to intervene and could only watch as everything unfolded. Their hearts were heavy, as they worried about the Crown Prince's safety.

As they watched the soldiers searching the wilderness, the environment began to shake. The scene before them became blurry, as if the whole world was trembling. Then, they were back in the palace.

"Search! Search for me! Five years have passed! Southern Xinjiang is such a small place, why haven't you found him yet? If you still can't find him, I will kill you all!" Feng Moxuan roared angrily, his voice echoing throughout the palace, as if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction and anxiety. He was almost going crazy searching for Feng Jingchen, and the anxiety and worry in his heart made it impossible for him to calm down...

"Are you dying? I can reluctantly accept your soul as the Queen, but if I can't find your hundredth container, you'll have no choice but to enter the cycle of reincarnation. You've robbed so much time that doesn't belong to you, and the underworld won't accept you. Why not join my demonic path?" The mysterious man said this terrifying truth in a sinister tone...