Rebirth and Revenge: The Imperial Master’s Pampering of Me is Addicting Me

"Madam, you are truly worthy of being the daughter of a military family. Even in this situation, you can still remain so calm. Do you really think he can protect you?"

"Why bother? Just hand over the things obediently, and maybe this general will let you go."

A cold and murderous male voice continued to ring out.

The voice was nonchalant and playful, like a cat and mouse, as if the other party was already his prey.

In fact, they are now like fish tied to a chopping block, with no hope of escape.

The peach blossoms in the Qingshui River Valley should be in full bloom at this time, but looking around, the ground is covered with broken petals, and even the trees have some mottled knife marks.

It was obvious that a fierce battle had just taken place here.

"Madam, you'd better return with this general as soon as possible. Otherwise, if the queen gets angry, the consequences will be beyond your and my ability to bear."

The speaker was a dark-skinned, square-faced man who came riding a tall horse and looked at the two people not far away with a cold and distant expression.

Behind him was a group of subordinates he brought with him, also riding on fine horses and dressed in military uniforms.

Not far in front of them, a man and a woman were sitting under the largest peach tree.

They didn't look very old, but they were covered in blood and scars, looking quite miserable.

With his way out, Mu Qingli became even calmer. He stretched out his hand with difficulty to fiddle with the heavy chain around his neck, making it easier for him to raise his head and look at the enemy not far away.

She was in a disheveled state, but her eyes and brows held a fierceness that was rare for someone her age, and her voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

"I was wondering who it was? It turned out to be that little horse slave from back then. What a turn of events! Now even you dare to stand before me with your back straight."

When his humble status was mentioned again, Du Cheng's face darkened almost instantly and he tightened the reins in his hands.

But suddenly he smiled again, looking down at her, "Madam is right, things change, and now it's your turn to kowtow before me."

There was also a hint of sighing in his eyes.

Who could have imagined that the most beautiful woman in Beijing would end up like this? It seems that some things are truly determined by fate.

Mu Qingli held the dying young man in black in his arms, raised his eyebrows and laughed, then spat at him mercilessly.

Even though the voice was weak, it was still full of sarcasm.

"Bow down? Are you worthy enough? I'm afraid you've forgotten how you used to be a fawning slave in my Mu Mansion. Speaking of which, your ungrateful nature is really similar to Liao Zhirou's. No wonder you're so devoted to being her dog.

You two, one of you framed and tarnished the century-old reputation of my Mu family, and the other one betrayed your own people and falsely accused my Mu family of treason. You are both beasts who have lost their conscience!

Well, someone will definitely avenge this blood debt of my Mu family for me."

She leaned against the peach tree, her eyes dazed for a moment, and she revealed a smile that was uglier than crying.

If there is anyone she still trusts, it is probably that person. But who would have thought that her last hope would fall on him? It's really fate.

Soon, that smile became more uninhibited, and finally had some of the noble demeanor of the daughter of the general's family who guarded the country.

But God knows that what Du Cheng hates most is her appearance like this, and he even dreams about the days when he was a slave.

He tightly gripped the reins in his hands, a murderous look flashed across his cold eyes, and his voice was mocking.

"Madam, you are as eloquent as ever. I wonder how your life as a prisoner compares to my life as a prisoner. Why bother? It would be better for everyone if you just handed it over as soon as possible."

Despite being ridiculed like this, Mu Qingli's expression did not change at all. He lowered his eyes and touched the boy's head, gentle and calm.

"...Look at the flowers.....Sister.....Sister."

The young man in black was already covered in wounds, and was breathing his last as he lay in her arms. However, he still remembered her wish to see the flowers, and stubbornly raised the petals in his hand.

But his injuries were too severe and he died in her arms without saying a few words.

This child disobeyed orders and took her all the way here to escape just because she casually sighed that she hadn't seen flowers for a long time. After being besieged many times in succession, no matter how good her skills were, she couldn't withstand the injuries and was bound to die.

Mu Qingli's eyes turned red from the pain, and she closed her eyes to suppress the tears welling up in her eyes. She was not a crybaby, but she cried several times in the second half of her life.

She cried once when she saw her mother lying on her sickbed and vomiting blood and dying.

She cried the day she saw the despicable true face of her lover and adopted sister Liao Zhirou.

She cried once when she learned the truth about her father and brother's death.

She cried again on the day her legs were broken and she was locked in a dark cell like a dog.

Now the only person who could give her warmth is gone, and she doesn’t want to cry anymore!

Du Cheng glanced at the young man and smiled contemptuously.

He is just a chess piece in the hands of the Empress, but he has developed a rebellious heart. The only outcome is that the chess piece will be destroyed and the person will die.

He clenched the reins in his hands, his voice cold.

"Madam, there's no one to protect you now. Rather than going back and suffering, you'd better hand over your things. This general promises to leave you with an intact body."

The thing he was talking about was a talisman, the legendary Taixu Token, something many people would risk their lives to get.

Mu Qingli lowered her eyes, took the petals from the boy's hand, squeezed them tightly in her palm, looked up and laughed out loud.

She should have died long ago, long before her father and brother were unjustly killed on the battlefield, long before she was made infamous by Liao Zhirou...

Today, her life has come to an end and she no longer wants to live like this.

Du Cheng's face turned ugly. "What are you laughing at?"

Mu Qingli laughed sarcastically, "You still have time to worry about me? Or just hope that bitch Liao Zhirou can leave you with an intact body."

Du Cheng frowned, the feeling of unease in his heart becoming stronger. "What do you mean?"

"I heard that today is that little bitch's coronation ceremony? Do you think it's more important to have an unobtainable talisman or to keep those past events secret from the public?"

Du Cheng, when the cunning rabbit dies, the running dog is cooked. I will wait for you on the road to the underworld."

Mu Qingli's eyes were gloomy but his smile was bright. He bit his teeth hard and the taste of rust spread in his mouth. His eyes were full of calmness as if he was ready to die.

Once she died, the talisman disappeared without a trace. How could that little bitch still keep someone like Du Cheng, who knew so many secrets and had betrayed his master? To her, only the dead would not talk nonsense!

Du Cheng noticed the blood oozing from the corner of the woman's mouth, and his expression suddenly changed, and his voice became hurried.

"Oh no, she's trying to bite her tongue to commit suicide, stop her!"

But it was obviously too late.

Mu Qingli closed his eyes and his consciousness gradually became confused.

Several familiar faces seemed to appear before her, smiling and extending their hands to her.

"Daddy...Brother, I'm coming."

The corners of her eyes were bloodshot, she muttered to herself, and reluctantly took her last breath.

Buddha said that everything has reincarnation. If... if she could go back to the beginning, how wonderful it would be...

Du Cheng's face became uglier and uglier. Thinking about what she had said before, cold sweat even broke out on his forehead.

But for some reason, an unknown fear rose in my heart.