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

The crying seemed to tremble from the heart, so loud it hurt the ears!

"~Hiss~ Who? Who's crying?!"

"It's giving me a headache!!!"

The inner perimeter of the Northern Ghost City is covered with blood-red roses!

Six years later, these roses, which had never seen the light of day, persevered and evolved into self-illuminating crystals, becoming the shape they had hoped for!

Winter frost descends, and all trees lie dormant!

Even if these roses grow tenaciously, they cannot defy the cyclical nature of life!

At this moment, the roses withered and fell all over the ground, forming a blinding sea of ​​blood.

Qianqian woke up amidst this sea of ​​blood, clutching her head and grimacing.

"Child, are you alright?!" The kind-faced old man with the white beard helped Qianqian Luo up from the sea of ​​blood.

"Ah."

"The renowned and elusive Imperial Observatory is right in front of me, how could I not be impressed?!"

"I'm so good I'm almost ready to see His Highness the Crown Prince!!!"

Qianqianlu looked at the white-bearded old man with a playful expression!

Upon hearing this, the kind-faced, white-bearded old man immediately withdrew his hand, stroked his white beard, and struggled to explain.

"Child, what are you saying?!"

"What? Cough cough cough, what is the Imperial Observatory?!"

"What is the Imperial Observatory?!"

Qianqian put her hands on her hips and looked around at the scene!

Attracted by the glowing flowers at her feet, Qian Luoluo bent down, picked up a rose petal, and let out a long howl.

"Old man, stop pretending!!!"

"You are the holy physician of the Hanba tribe, you are also the director of the Imperial Observatory of the Qingting Dynasty, and you are also the old man who saved me on Wuzhou Mountain!"

"Even, even, even Elder Yun, who teaches me the secrets of the Qian clan every day at the foot of Wuming Mountain in the Southern Frontier, is you!!"

"Old man, you're quite unpredictable, always playing the Spree card, huh?!"

"Considering your age, I'm too lazy to criticize you out of respect for elders and care for the young!"

"That little bastard Qing Tingyu is really cunning and scheming!!"

"Sooner or later, that little bastard Qing Tingyu will be able to kill himself!"

Exhausted, Qianqian collapsed in the sea of ​​flowers, gazing at the endless sky, speechless for a long time.

After Qianqianluo so easily exposed his true identity, the white-bearded old man awkwardly lowered his head, seemingly looking at something.

After a long while, the white-bearded old man tiptoed to Qianqianluo's side and spoke earnestly.

"Kid, even though you're so smart, you should at least pretend a little!"

"Too much ostentation! A tall tree catches the wind for too long!!"

"What will the higher-ups think? They might even want to kill you!!"

Qianqianluo: Heh, so you admit it.

Qianqian turned her body away, not wanting to pay attention to this old man who still dared to lecture her.

Seeing that Qianqian turned away and ignored him, the white-bearded old man had no choice but to change direction and move in front of her to continue persuading her.

"Child, His Highness the Crown Prince also has feelings for you!"

"That's why His Highness the Crown Prince ordered me to stay by your side since I was a child. This is an immense blessing!"

"Child, you...you can't insult His Highness the Crown Prince...!"

"shut up!!!"

"Qing Tingyu is a heartless, liverless, spleenless, lungless, and kidneyless little bastard. I said, let him come and kill me if he dares!!!"

"I've been schemed against enough already, living is torture for me!"

Qianqian suddenly felt enlightened, thinking that it didn't matter whether she lived or died.

"Child, don't be so discouraged. His Highness, the Crown Prince still has feelings for you!"

"Otherwise, His Highness the Crown Prince wouldn't have allowed you to linger on for so long, only now starting to extract the dragon bones!"

The white-bearded old man moved closer to Qianqianluo and, imitating her, lay down among the roses with his legs crossed.

Qianqian squinted her fox-like eyes, and when she heard that this white-bearded old man still dared to defend the little tyrant, she smacked her lips.

"Speak plainly and tell me directly, did Qing Tingyu send you here to wipe out the Hanba tribe?!"

"No, Young Master Luo!"

"Killing cannot stop killing, but love can!"

"So?! Qing Tingyu plans to marry the fierce king? To win him over with love?!" Qianqian's words were astonishing.

Old man with a white beard: That's not how it is!!!

"Young Master Luo, why not follow me into the heart of the rose garden and witness the scene of the massacre that wiped out the Hanba tribe six years ago!"

The white-bearded old man gracefully rose, said nothing, and smiled kindly at Qianqianluo, who was lying on the ground looking dejected. He then walked into the depths of the rose garden with his hands behind his back.

"Hey! No, don't think I'll go with you!"

"No way!!!"

In a moment of utter disbelief, Qianqian kept refusing while following behind the white-bearded old man, chattering incessantly, "I'm just respecting the elderly and caring for the young, I'm afraid something might happen to you if you're alone!"

The white-bearded old man listened to Qianqian's puffed-out cheeks and helpless tone, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

The deeper you go into this magnificent place, the more the mist, carried by the mountain wind, grows and the less it gets!

Even the swathes of fallen roses seemed to be protected deep within the inner circle, where green leaves grew to set off the red flowers, and their growth was quite pleasing!

Qianqian lowered her eyes and looked at the blooming roses along the way, which were scattering light and illuminating the depths of the rose garden. The gloom and vexation in her heart were swept away with the scattered starlight!

The white-bearded old man stopped in front of a stone tablet, raising his hand to gently stroke the weathered and broken cracks. "This is it. This is where the truth about the extermination of the Hanba tribe six years ago will be revealed!"

"What?!" Qianqian stepped forward in confusion, staring at the dark stone tablet with utter bewilderment!

"Get down there!!!"

Just as Qianqian followed the white-bearded old man's instructions and approached the stone tablet to see where the old man's finger had stopped!

The white-bearded old man grinned and kicked Qianqian off the cliff!

"No?! You old rascal!!!"

By the time Qianqian realized what had happened, it was too late.

She has fallen off a cliff!

The frail body rubbed against the cold, damp air, making a series of whooshing sounds.

Qianqian felt herself falling continuously, sinking into the darkness.

She felt neither sadness nor joy; all she could hear was the whistling air around her, noisy and clamorous, trying to wake her up!

Close your eyes!

It would be better to die like this!

boom! ! !

With a loud bang!

In the mountains and fields where roses are in full bloom!

Qianqian fell from the sky, her whole body sinking into a sea of ​​flowers covered with rose petals and layers upon layers of thick blossoms!

The expected pain did not come!

Qianqian smelled the fragrance of wildflowers spreading around her nose, but she was somewhat puzzled.

"Young lady, although a carpet of roses has a calming and soothing effect, you shouldn't completely entrust your body to them like this!"

"Come on, get up quickly! The roses are damp and chilly; sleeping too long will have the opposite effect!!!"

Her sweet, soft voice was like a mountain stream where snow had just melted, refreshing and pleasant, making one feel relaxed and comfortable.

Qianqian tried to open her eyes, but a bright light made it impossible for her to lift her heavy eyelids.

Driven by an intense will to survive!

Qianqian emerged from the sea of ​​crimson roses, stretching out a pair of deathly pale and bloodless hands.

"Save, save me!"