The little rabbit is obedient and is forcibly embraced by the villain

Bai Zitu looked back, confused.

Could it be?

What other unknown truths are there?

The wind was howling around him, and Bai Zitu came to his senses, only to find himself in another place.

There were laughter and joy everywhere, children were chasing and playing on the grass, women were hanging out to dry colorful fabrics, and men were returning from grazing, humming melodious pastoral songs.

For some reason, Bai Zitu felt that these men looked familiar.

"Do you recognize them? They are the bandits who just burned, killed and looted." Xuan Cheng's voice fell softly.

Before Bai Zitu could react...

Suddenly, a group of cavalrymen in strange clothes, who were the people of the tribe that Bai Zitu wanted to save, came like a dark cloud. They brandished sharp swords, hacked at anyone they saw, plundered property, and drove away cattle and sheep. Wherever they went, there was widespread misery.

The small tribe that was just full of vitality instantly turned into a living hell. The blood dyed the green grass red. The survivors looked at the bodies of their loved ones, heartbroken but powerless to do anything.

After a while, the cavalrymen carried the strategic items and left...

Xuan Cheng held Bai Zitu in one hand and strode forward.

After a few steps, a pungent smell of blood hit me in the face. There were many corpses lying on the ground, including old people, women, and children. Their clothes were torn and their wounds were hideous. The blood had long dried up and coagulated into dark red patches on the ground, which was shocking.

Not far away, several horse bandits were kneeling beside the corpses of their relatives, heartbroken.

A young horse bandit, his eyes red, fists clenched, roaring to the sky;

The old man next to him, with trembling hands, gently closed the wide-open eyes of the child beside him, and turbid tears fell, wetting the child's already cold face.

"Your Highness, look," Xuan Cheng leaned close to Bai Zitu's ear, his warm breath now tinged with chill, "These are the families of those bandits. Years ago, they were ruthlessly slaughtered by the very tribe you're so desperate to save. They once lived a peaceful life, herding and contented themselves."

Bai Zitu bit her lower lip tightly, clenched her small hands into fists, and her nails almost dug into her palms.

"Your Highness, their clans were exterminated, their homes destroyed, their families and friends slaughtered, and they were forced to flee into the wilderness. To survive, they had no choice but to become bandits." Xuan Cheng's voice was low and slow, each word like a hammer, hammering at Bai Zitu's heart. "Everything they do now is just revenge. In their eyes, I am the victim."

At this moment, she seemed to be in endless confusion...

She always thought that what she saw through the Water Moon Mirror was the whole picture of the world, but she never imagined that the suffering hidden in the darkness was so deep.

"Your Highness, this is the nature of life. There is no absolute good, nor is there absolute evil. If you act rashly, you might be able to save these herdsmen, but how will you resolve the hatred in the hearts of the bandits?"

The little goddess lowered her eyes, her body trembling, and she looked pitiful.

Xuan Cheng's eyes grew darker, and he sighed softly, unconsciously hugging her tighter. "Your Highness, look at this devastated world. Is it still worth your protection?"

Bai Zitu suddenly raised his head, and Xuan Cheng was startled.

Those almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears, reflecting the green grass under the blue sky and white clouds, the herds of cattle and horses in the distance, and the little boy dressed in white like an immortal, but with an extremely dirty heart.

"No matter what, this is my responsibility, my mission." Hearing her say this, he felt a little irritated for no reason.

He had torn apart her two hundred years of illusions, yet he was still stubborn and unyielding. He was extremely stupid.

Xuan Cheng's narrow eyes were filled with gloom, and the aura around him became a little colder.

He sneered, mocking the little goddess's naiveté without restraint: "Mission?"

Slender fingers stroked the little goddess's fallen black hair and pinned him away. His movements were extremely gentle, but his voice was extremely cold: "If Your Highness is rejected by the people, will you still care about your mission?"

Bai Zitu tilted his head, his face full of confusion: "What do you mean?"

Xuan Cheng's fingertips fell on the little goddess' forehead, gently slid down along her eyebrows, and finally landed on her delicate lips.

Bai Zitu subconsciously tilted his head, but his chin was restrained. Xuan Cheng's indifferent voice came: "If Your Highness were a party to this situation, would you still be so high and mighty as you are now, thinking that you can save everything?"

After saying that, Xuan Cheng's eyes turned cold, and a dark light flashed in his hand. Before Bai Zitu could react, a strange force enveloped her.

In a flash, Bai Zitu felt dizzy, and when he looked around again, he found himself in a dark corner of a bustling market. His gorgeous clothes had turned into tattered, sour-smelling beggar's clothes, and he was holding a broken bowl with a hole in his hand.

People around her hurried past, and occasionally someone would look at her with disdain, or even worse, deliberately bump into her, causing her to almost fall to the ground.

"Hey, where did you come from, little beggar? You're so dirty, get out of here!"

A burly man passed by and spat with disgust on his face, and the saliva almost splashed on Bai Zitu's face.

Bai Zitu was filled with grievance and shock. She had never thought that she would be in such a miserable state. She wanted to open her mouth to defend herself, but found that her throat was dry and she could not utter a complete sound.

"Your Highness, how do you feel?" Xuan Cheng's voice seemed to come from all directions, but no one was there. "This is the daily life of the lowest class in the market. For a bite to eat, a place to live, they endure contempt and bullying, their dignity trampled upon. Do you still think that saving the people is that easy?"

Bai Zitu's eyes were red and he felt mixed emotions. Before he could respond, the scene changed again.

This time, she was in a mansion with carved beams and painted rafters in the water town of Jiangnan, and her identity became a humble and obedient servant.

"What are you still dawdling for, you silly girl? Madam is waiting for tea!"

A mean-looking old woman glared at her viciously, raised her hand and slapped her in the face, causing Bai Zitu to feel pain on the cheek.

She was forced to carry a heavy tea tray and move between the corridors. If she was not careful, she would be beaten and scolded.

In this deep mansion, she saw the intrigues and deceptions among the seemingly glamorous masters, and also saw the tragic fate of servants like her, who silently endured all the injustices for a meager monthly salary.

"Your Highness, look at this so-called wealthy place. Behind it lies the blood and tears of so many people. You want to change all this, but do you know where to start?"

Xuan Cheng appeared behind her at some point. His tone was still cold, but it seemed to carry a different emotion, as if he was expecting her answer, or as if he had already determined that she was powerless.

Bai Zitu bit her lower lip tightly, stubbornly trying not to let the tears fall, but the confusion in her heart grew stronger.

However, before she could catch her breath, the scene changed again.