Baby, don't be afraid, I'll accompany you to the heavens and the seas!

The hundred-meter-high wall was covered with a thin, cold mist from the southern border at night, which shimmered with a chilly, damp light under the pale moonlight.

The newly sprouted moss on the city wall was covered by the heavy white fog, unable to stretch and breathe, pressing down in a dense, continuous mass.

The tribesmen were shot down by cold arrows coated with deadly poison and raging fire, plummeting like kites with broken strings, their bodies whistling as they scraped against the air a hundred meters in the air.

boom! ! !

Qianqian was completely hidden in a white silk veil adorned with various pearls, jade, and silver ornaments. After hearing a loud bang, she (the female lead, who was deliberately disguised as a man) staggered back a few steps in a disheveled state.

She knew that the original owner fainted from the pain after seeing her clansmen fall to their deaths, and when she woke up, she was in the Qingting Imperial Palace, the place that had trapped her for life.

The only thought and regret that remained in the original owner's heart until death was that he had not bid farewell to his clan!

She had been shown this scene countless times by the system before she transmigrated to this world, and she had even watched the video prepared by the system countless times.

The scene she was now experiencing was being reenacted, causing Qianqianluo to feel an unbearable pain in her heart.

When the young female protagonist first transmigrated to this world, she fell into the ancient cold pool at the foot of Wuming Mountain in the southern border because she was playing. She was on the verge of death when she was replaced by this 21st-century math dunce.

She still remembers that when the female protagonist's soul returned to heaven, she begged her to protect her people, and even more so, to protect herself.

She still remembers the female protagonist, with a sweet smile, using her last bit of strength to hug her with her illusory soul, before shattering into countless fragments and slowly disappearing before her eyes.

Since transmigrating and replacing the female lead, she deliberately became extremely cold and aloof, driving away all the trusted servants who had accompanied her from childhood to adulthood, and also distancing herself from any member of her clan.

She would drink a cup of peach wine and then lie on an ancient tree on Mount Wuming during the day, playing the flute. If she got drunk, she would sleep on Mount Wuming at will. If she could wake up, she would rush back to the clan before curfew, barefoot, to rest and sleep before the clan gates closed.

However, after drinking several pots of peach-flavored rice wine, she rarely woke up.

Therefore, whenever she did not return home at night, the clan's night watchmen would always set up night lamps and carry her in a sedan chair before curfew, taking her back to the clan palace in a daze.

Qianqian's face turned pale, and her red, fox-like eyes unknowingly filled with bitter tears.

She stared blankly as her tribesmen, who were keeping watch tonight, plummeted from a hundred meters in the air, their shattered flesh and blood splattering everywhere. The steaming blood stained her white silk veil.

The bloodstains multiplied like a virus, quickly soaking her veil and turning its original white color into a bewitching crimson.

Tick-tock!! Tick-tock!!

Bloodstains instantly formed beads, dripping continuously from the hem of Qianqian's veiled hat, circling around her and forming a circle: the bloodstains surrounding her seemed to be crying out pitifully, urging her to run away.

"Hmph! Fire the arrows!!" came the unquestionable male voice, brimming with arrogance and domineering.

Qianqianluo expressionlessly removed her veil, gracefully stepped forward, knelt down, and covered the remaining flesh and blood of her clansmen in front of her with the wet veil, then slowly turned around.

A night breeze blew, lifting the slender black hair that was held up by a clan hairpin.

Her flowing black hair rustled wildly in the strong wind, yet her elegant red robe remained spotless, without a single stain or wrinkle.

A dark mass of cavalry appeared before her, and countless cold arrows coated with deadly poison and raging fire swarmed in like a bee, densely packed above Qianqianluo's head, making a deadly sound as they recklessly shot into the clan palace!

The towering flames burned fiercely behind her, illuminating Qianqian's unparalleled beauty before the Qingting Dynasty's army.

On the boy's small, pale face, long, wild eyebrows were dark and soft, and the reddish tinge at the corners of his fox-like eyes slowly spread across his entire eye, giving it a rosy, clear light.

The most striking detail was that touch of lip line, a slight embellishment on the boy's face, making his lips resemble peach blossoms in full bloom in March, tempting one to pluck them.

Cold sweat glistened on the boy's slender, upright nose, leaving a soft, translucent sheen.

"Who dares to block my way?!" Lin Litian, the vanguard general, was startled and drew his cold sword from his horse, pointing it menacingly at Qianqianluo, who possessed an aloof and independent air.

Qianqian narrowed her fox-like eyes, knowing that the person who was shouting was none other than the eldest brother of the empress appointed by the current emperor of the Qingting Dynasty, Qingting Mo.

He is also a newly promoted military noble in the Qingting Dynasty. Relying on his sister's influence, he is extremely arrogant and disdainful of others.

"Qian Qianluo, the patriarch of the Qian clan (the female lead deliberately disguises herself as a man), pays her respects to the generals of Qingting!!!" Qian Qianluo shook off her "crotchless shirt," propped herself up with her hands, and knelt before the dark mass of Qingting soldiers.

"Men, go and stop the lowly people who are trying to escape, and send out their portraits!!" Lin Litian ignored Qianqianluo's show of weakness and waved his hand to order several cavalry squads behind him to stop the clansmen who had already fled the city and were trying to go out to save their clansman.

"General Lin, this person is indeed the one in the painting!" General Yang said slowly, looking at the portrait brought up by the soldiers.

"Is that so?" Lin Litian asked, feigning a frown, his expression full of disdain.

"Cough cough cough cough!!" Seeing this, General Yang reminded his father not to get involved and not to steal the limelight from General Lin.

"Hmph, you lowly commoners, heed the imperial decree!! In the third year of the Qingting Moli reign, the Emperor, bearing great responsibility, knows that the people of the Southern Frontier are uncivilized, lacking education and manners; to extend the Emperor's grace, we are hereby granted the privilege of sending the eldest son of the Qian clan to court to meet the Emperor and receive the blessings of the Holy Dynasty!! So be it!!!"

Lin Litian, holding the imperial edict, sat majestically on his Akhal-Teke horse and tossed the edict in front of Qianqian, who had been kneeling for a long time.

Seeing that she remained kneeling without moving, General Lin's henchman immediately reprimanded her: "You lowly commoner, how dare you be so insolent!!! Why haven't you accepted the imperial decree and thanked His Majesty for his great favor!!!"

Qianqian steadied herself, controlling her aching and numb legs, and crawled on her knees towards the imperial edict some distance ahead. With trembling, pale, bony hands, she received the edict: "This humble subject thanks Your Majesty for your great grace!!"

"The Emperor's grace is boundless, nurturing and educating us; Xie Qingting, the patriarch of the Qian clan, has been granted the privilege of entering the capital to meet the Emperor by imperial grace. On this night, we earnestly request all soldiers and generals not to soil their hands and to spare the lives of the Qian clan members. The Qian clan will be eternally grateful and will forever remember the Emperor's kindness!"

With a cold and heavy aura, Qianqian knelt upright amidst countless scrutinizing, mocking, probing, and disgusted gazes, pleading with the Qingting army in a resounding voice.

"Luo'er, waaaaah, my Luo'er!!!"

Fifty court officials and the few remaining members of the clan, escorted by soldiers, struggled to break free from the restraints of cold blades and arrows, and knelt down to express their gratitude on her behalf.

"presumptuous!!!"

Upon hearing the loud cries, General Lin's henchman immediately fired an arrow, intending to kill the elderly courtier of the clan, who was over seventy years old and whose body was covered only by tattered clothes burned by the fire!

"Elder Yun, be careful!"

Upon seeing this, the young clansman stepped in front of Elder Yun and was pierced through the throat by an arrow.