Transmigration: Reverse Exploitation, the System Works for Me

Chapter 283 Memory

Before she could think further, the pale golden light emanating from her body grew stronger and stronger, becoming dazzling in the blink of an eye.

The bright light made her squint and instinctively raise her hand to shield her eyes, but as she did so, she realized something was wrong.

Her hands became transparent, like a ghost.

The golden light emanated from the round-necked, wide-sleeved long dress she was wearing.

She stared in astonishment at the pattern on her clothes, or rather, the pattern on her dress—a jade-white branch and golden leaves.

The main body of this branch begins to meander upwards from the left hem of the skirt, wraps around the skirt twice, climbs up the left back shoulder, and then slowly hangs down to her heart.

In addition, the branches sprouted many twigs of varying lengths and light golden leaves of different sizes—all of which were three-lobed, just like the ones she had seen in her dream.

The pale golden leaves and jade-white branches intertwine, scattered in a pleasingly irregular pattern across the dress, serving as both adornment and protection.

Xi Qiao stared blankly, his right hand unconsciously touching the tender bud on his chest.

The feel of it is not the fabric I imagined, but rather a warm and firm texture that is like both jade and wood.

It is Him!

How come everything was fine?

In the blink of an eye, she suddenly realized that she was no longer in the small pharmacy.

She didn't know when, but she found herself in a vast, white space.

what happened?

One question after another arose in her mind. She turned her head suspiciously and looked around, but there was nothing there. When she looked up at the "sky," her mind went completely blank.

—A giant eye opened in the sky.

Xi Qiao's pupils contracted sharply, an indescribable fear engulfing her in an instant.

It gave her a cold, stinging pain, as if she had fallen into an icy pool.

My limbs went out of control in an instant, my blood stopped flowing, and even my thoughts seemed to become sluggish.

At the same time, the golden light on her body suddenly shone brightly, and a golden figure condensed between her and the giant eye in the sky.

The moment the figure appeared, Xi Qiao regained control of his body.

She was breathing heavily, her eyes empty.

When that golden figure appeared, a scene flashed through her mind.

In an old courtyard, she held a six or seven-year-old girl in her arms and affectionately called her "little darling."

She doesn't remember when this happened; no, she has absolutely no memory of these things, no memory of anything related to Him.

Above the sky, the golden figure nodded slightly to the large eyes: "Alright."

The ethereal voice was just like the one Xi Qiao had heard countless times in his dreams.

She looked up and saw the giant eye slowly close and disappear into the vast space.

The figure turned in mid-air and arrived in front of Xi Qiao in one step.

Xi Qiao looked at Him, but His face was still blurred and unclear.

She belatedly asked Him, "Is that the way of Heaven? Have I caused you trouble?"

He chuckled softly: "Yes. But you're not a burden, so don't feel guilty. Just have fun."

Play?

Xi Qiao suddenly felt ashamed and wished he could cover his face and leave.

A surge of energy rippled through the vast, white space.

He glanced slightly to the right, a hint of seriousness appearing on his face, which Xi Qiao couldn't see: "I'll take you back first."

"I know you have a lot of questions, but it's not convenient to tell you right now. Enjoy your time in these little worlds, I'll come to pick you up soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xi Qiao was enveloped in a light golden light, and he could no longer see Him, only a soft and familiar radiance.

In the vast white space, a beam of axe light cleaved through the void and swept towards Him, while a majestic voice rang out: "Die!"

In the small pharmacy of Prince Mu's mansion, Xi Qiao stood in front of the medicine cabinet with a dazed expression, holding a medical book and a Tripterygium wilfordii in his hand.

She stared blankly at the things in her hands, then at the clothes she was wearing.

Everything just now seemed like an illusion. There was no Heavenly Eye, no strange clothes, and no golden figure whose face was indistinct.

but--

She dropped what she was holding and walked outside.

Just as I reached the door, I heard the death knell tolling in the palace.

Xiao Linzi limped toward her and said, "Your Highness, news just came from the palace that Consort Wan has passed away. The Emperor has decreed that her body be kept in state for three days and that she be buried with the rites due to a Consort."

It's hard to say for sure whether the Emperor granted posthumous honors or not.

If they were to give money, they only kept the body for three days.

If they said they didn't give her anything, then they still used the rites for a concubine's funeral.

Xi Qiao thought to himself, "As expected." Zhen Huan was the female lead, and since she died at an inopportune time, she naturally attracted unwanted attention.

"You stay here and keep an eye on things. When the people from the Ministry of Rites arrive, Anlu will come with me."

If a concubine is buried with the rites and honors due to her rank, the wife of a prince will also be required to attend the mourning ceremonies and other related activities.

Zhen Huan is dead, so what just happened must not be fake.

but--

Her brows furrowed deeply.

The girl's situation doesn't seem to be very good.

—It's inconvenient to tell her

Have fun in your little world!

—I'll come pick her up soon.

And that very faint glance—though she couldn't see it, she could feel His tension.

Did you encounter some kind of trouble?

Officials from the Ministry of Rites quickly arrived, informed them of some precautions and the meeting place, and then went to the next house.

The ladies of the court did not need to enter the palace; they only needed to go to the Ji'an Palace, where Zhen Huan's coffin was kept.

From the Prince Mu's residence to the Ji'an Palace, and then to the mourning hall where incense was burned and memorial texts were presented, Xi Qiao's brows remained furrowed.

After the first religious ceremony was over, as Anlu helped her up to rest, a tall eunuch in worn clothes approached her and said, "This servant greets Your Highness, Eunuch Le has instructed me to prepare a room for you to rest in. Please come with me, Your Highness."

Xi Qiao's eyelids twitched. "Lead the way."

Upon reaching the room door, Xi Qiao paused and said to the eunuch, "I remember that the Fourth Prince's body is also laid to rest here. Please take me to offer incense to the Fourth Prince."

The eunuch was clearly taken aback: "It's tiring to attend the funeral, why don't you rest for a while before you go, Madam?"

Xi Qiao remained silent, simply standing there watching him.

An Lu realized something was wrong. If Eunuch Le sent someone, how could he have simply made arrangements and left?

Based on her understanding of the eunuchs in Zhongcui Palace, anyone who came would inevitably wait for their consort to arrive so that she could personally serve them before returning to report back to Consort Zhuang.

However, since the Princess Consort did not point it out, she must have had her own plans.

An Lu glared fiercely at the eunuch: "Are you deaf? Lead the way now!"

Fearing exposure, the eunuch reluctantly led them to the Fourth Prince's mourning hall.

The Fourth Prince's mourning hall was not far from Zhen Huan's.