The whole family is reborn, and their five-year-old child becomes the darling of the entire capital.

"You don't know."

"But they knew that the people of royal blood were killed that night. They even waited for them to be resurrected, then tied them up and burned them alive."

"I don't believe they knew this secret beforehand."

"It was the people of the Jade Lan Kingdom who leaked this secret to these people."

What do you think they're pursuing?

"It is the secret of the Jade Lan Kingdom's royal family's immortality."

"They want to gain eternal life."

Xiao Xian's eyes were icy cold, filled with murderous intent.

Xie Yaochuan seemed to have figured something out and suddenly looked at him, "Putting so many people from Yulan Kingdom in one city, it was all your scheme?"

"One-tenth of the people in the Yulan Kingdom are Yulan people. And coincidentally, the surviving half of that one-tenth of the Yulan people are all there."

Seeing him get up, as if he intended to go back alone, Xiao Xian chuckled and looked at him, "Instead of trying to eliminate external threats, it's better to deal with the traitors within your own ranks first."

"Xie Yaochuan, what you're doing now is no different from what we're doing. It's just that, in your eyes, they are innocent people. But in the eyes of the Yulan royal family, they are a group of executioners."

Xiao Xian watched his figure disappear into the night, his brows furrowing slightly.

The carriage carrying Lady Yun and Mu Yunchen slowly approached. The curtain was lifted, revealing Lady Yun's face, which was tanned dark from years of sun exposure. She looked at him and asked, "Young Master Xie, what are you going back for?"

Xiao Xian lowered his eyes slightly and said seemingly unintentionally, "His jade pendant is lost. Let's go back and look for it. We can wait for him."

-

Xie Yaochuan bypassed everyone, climbed onto the city wall, stood on it, and looked down at the people kneeling by the roadside below.

There were also the Yulan tribe members dressed in special clothes following behind the white-haired woman's sedan chair, and the disheveled person locked in a cage in front of the white-haired woman.

Remembering Xiao Xian's words about draining the blood of those connected to the royal family and attempting to open the tomb chamber with a sacrificial array, his eyes dimmed slightly.

Therefore, the person in the cage must be the one connected to the royal family.

The white-haired woman seemed to notice something and glanced in his direction before quickly looking away.

The woman who wore a bright yellow dress a few days ago is wearing the same eye-catching bright yellow dress again today, following behind a noblewoman dressed in jewels, and together they bow to the white-haired woman.

The white-haired woman gently lifted her skirt and gracefully stepped down from the sedan chair. Her steps were light yet firm, each one seemingly treading on the dust of history as she slowly walked towards the altar.

The altar soared into the clouds, shrouded in mist, exuding an aura of solemnity. Beneath this lay the royal tombs of Yulan, the legendary burial ground for the kingdom's treasures.

The white-haired woman stood silently atop the altar, motionless like a statue. She closed her eyes, praying silently. Time passed slowly, and finally, she finished her long prayer and slowly opened her eyes.

At the same time, the cage next to them was opened. A disheveled woman dressed in tattered clothes was forcibly dragged out. If Xiao Yuxi or Mu Yunchen were present, they would have recognized her at a glance—this woman was none other than Xiao Yuxi's former foster mother, Granny Hu!

At this moment, Granny Hu had lost all her former vibrancy. Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes empty and lifeless, as if life had already left her. And so, without any resistance, she was dragged to the center of the altar and then carelessly discarded on the cold ground like trash.

Granny Hu's body collapsed limply to the ground, lifeless. The white-haired woman watched all this expressionlessly, her eyes devoid of any pity. Slowly, she raised the ancient wooden sword in her hand and, without hesitation, plunged it towards Granny Hu's heart.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, staining the intricate patterns on the altar. The stench of blood filled the air, imbuing the entire space with the aura of death. Yet, the white-haired woman maintained her indifferent expression, as if all of this was irrelevant to her.

-

Xiao Yuxi, who was sound asleep and immersed in a sweet dream, suddenly frowned, as if she had seen something incredibly terrifying, and her hands began to struggle violently out of control.

When Xiao Xian noticed her appearance, he was startled and quickly turned to look at the bright moon hanging high in the sky outside the car window. Its surface seemed to be covered with wisps of blood.

He immediately knelt down on one knee without hesitation, and then held Xiao Yuxi's soft little hand tightly, trying to bring her some comfort and solace.

After a while, Xiao Yuxi finally stopped struggling. Suddenly, she sat up straight, opened her mouth wide and gasped for breath, her eyes still showing lingering fear.

She looked around blankly and realized that she was inside a carriage.

The next moment, Xiao Yuxi, who had completely broken down, threw herself into Xiao Xian's arms and burst into tears. Her cries were so mournful and heartbreaking that they broke the hearts of all who heard them.

Hearing the little girl's cries, Lady Yun hurried over, lifted the curtain, and looked at her. Seeing how distressed she was, she handed her son to a nearby maid, climbed onto the carriage, took Xiao Yuxi, and gently patted her back.

It took a long time to coax Xiaoyuxi to come to her senses, and she looked at Yun Niangzi with teary eyes.

Lady Yun looked at her gently and asked softly, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Xiao Yuxi sniffled, holding back her tears, and whispered, "I saw a wooden sword stuck in my mother's... my foster mother's chest."

Xiao Xian lowered her eyes slightly. She must have seen it through the priest's eyes. It was too close here, but she could still see some things easily.

Lady Yun patted her on the back, "It's alright, it was just a dream, don't be afraid."

Xiao Yuxi sobbed as she hugged Yun Niangzi's neck, choking out, "Where is Brother Yun Chen?"

"Yun Chen is still asleep."

"What about Brother Yaochuan?"

"Young Master Xie is going back to get something, he'll be back soon. Xi Xi, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

With a nasal tone, Xiao Yuxi buried her head in Yun Niangzi's neck and softly hummed in agreement.

She fell asleep while Yun Niangzi gently patted her back.

Lady Yun placed her on the cushion, covered her with a quilt, and then got off the carriage, where she met her brother, who was hurriedly holding the child.

He looked up and shook his head repeatedly, explaining, "The girl said she needed to pack her luggage, so I was holding the child."

Looking into his eyes, which were completely unfamiliar to her, Yun Niangzi remained silent for a moment, wondering why her brother had been pretending not to recognize her. Suddenly, she mustered up her courage and said, "Don't you think the child's features look somewhat like yours?"

Suddenly, the child appeared out of nowhere, and Thirteen's eyes widened in surprise: ? ? ?