After giving birth to twins, the princess became pregnant again, and the royal uncle took care of he

In the end, the stubborn Jun Jiuxiao once again chose to back down when facing Chu Xingyao.

He struggled to control his anger, his fists clenched so tightly that veins bulged, revealing his inner turmoil and pain.

He spoke in a hoarse, deep voice:

"Fine, whatever you wish, but you must not step out of the palace until I return."

"I have left all the secret guards in the Prince's mansion, and they will be able to protect you."

His words were filled with helplessness and bitterness, yet his eyes still revealed his concern and care for Chu Xingyao.

As dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight pierced the night, Jun Jiuxiao prepared to leave the palace and embark on his journey.

In that instant, he forcefully pulled Chu Xingyao into his arms, wrapping his arms tightly around her, giving her no chance to escape.

His chin gently touched the top of her head, he closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, as if to etch her scent into his memory forever.

Then, he slowly released her, turned and left, embarking on that unknown journey.

She had thought that, at least during the time Jun Jiuxiao was away, she could temporarily avoid the palace intrigues and conspiracies.

Little did she know, she was completely wrong.

Jun Xuanche and Chu Xinglan did not miss this opportunity. They lured her out of the palace and tortured her with the most brutal methods until she was on the verge of death.

Deep in her heart, she secretly prayed, begging Jun Jiuxiao not to come and save her, not to come.

She silently prayed for the cold wind.

Praying for heavy snow,

He prayed that all the guards in the Prince's mansion, as well as all his strategists, could stop him and prevent him from coming to his death.

The wind and snow intensified, and Chu Xingyao's body grew increasingly cold.

Her consciousness gradually faded, but one belief remained steadfast in her heart:

Jun Jiuxiao, don't come, don't come...

The remaining snow fell, the north wind was like a blade, accompanied by fine raindrops, the clouds in the sky dispersed, and the world was filled with howling winds and heavy fog.

A tall, slender man stood out, his clothes stained with blood, a sword in his right hand. His figure appeared exceptionally lonely in the wind and snow, and every step seemed to be taken with all his might.

Blood dripped down Jun Jiuxiao's wrist, and his once fair skin was covered with bruises of mixed blue and purple.

The right hand was in a twisted position, with a deep, bone-revealing wound showing off the pink flesh and joints.

On Jun Jiuxiao's delicate face was a hideous wound that was shocking to behold. Blood flowed down his face and extended deep into his collarbone.

The wound on his abdomen was extremely deep, with the skin and flesh turned inside out, and purplish-black blood gushing out. It was black, indicating that he had been poisoned.

He staggered and used the last of his strength to help her cut the chains, then pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her close as if he would never let go.

A warm breath touched her ear, and a deep, magnetic voice sounded in her ear:

"I'm sorry, Yao'er, I'm late. I've made you suffer. I will definitely rescue you."

She buried her head in his chest, her shoulders trembling slightly, and suppressed sobs occasionally escaped her lips.

Her voice was hoarse and clearly choked with emotion:

"You idiot! Who gave you permission to come here and throw your life away?"

She stared at him with her only eye, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam, an uncontrollable torrent.

He struggled to lift that hand that felt like it weighed a ton, his movements as gentle as a breeze across a lake.

He carefully wiped away the tears that kept streaming down her face.

He pressed his lips tightly together, trying to suppress the surging emotions within him, but in the end he was still unable to completely control himself.

A bitter smile forced from the corners of his mouth, but before he could speak, a hoarse sob escaped his lips:

"Hehe... So, in Yao'er's heart... she still harbors some feelings for her husband..."

"My wife Yao'er is the only love of my life. You must take good care of yourself for the rest of your life."

Having said that, he turned to the Night Hawk waiting in the wings and, with his last remaining strength, gave the order:

"Nighthawk, heed my command! Quickly escort the Princess away from this place safely. From this day forward, she will be your new master, and you must protect her at all times!"

His fingers trembled slightly as he gently stroked Chu Xingyao's cheek, each touch filled with reluctance and longing.

His breathing became rapid and heavy, each breath as if he were fighting against death.

He still mustered the last of his strength, and with a voice so weak it was almost inaudible, he managed to utter those heavy words:

"The freedom you longed for... I... have... given... you."

As soon as he finished speaking, his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something more, but found that he was too weak to speak.

His eyes filled with tears, which streamed down his cheeks, mingling with Chu Xingyao's tears.

His hand slowly slid down and finally fell limply to the ground. His life's flame was thus quietly extinguished in the wind and snow.

Chu Xingyao knelt down and rushed forward, tightly embracing his still-warm body, weeping silently.

Chu Xingyao's heart shattered in that instant.

She finally understood that he already had a place in her heart, but she had never realized it.

Those tender cares and deep affections that she had once overlooked.

At this moment, a surge of regret welled up in her heart like a raging sea.

She slowly lay down on his chest, which had stopped beating, feeling the warmth that remained.

However, there was only deathly silence and coldness there, causing her heart to sink into an abyss.

She gripped the gold hairpin tightly in her hand, its sharp tip gleaming coldly, like the merciless blade of fate.

Without hesitation, she forcefully stabbed it into her chest. Instantly, a sharp pain struck, but she seemed oblivious to it.

Even Night Hawk, the shadow guard who had always silently protected her, was unable to stop her resolute decision in time.

The bright red blood gushed out like a spring, splashing onto her snow-white clothes and quickly spreading out, forming shocking blood flowers.

Those blood-red flowers bloomed against the white background, just like plum blossoms that braved the frost and snow in winter, beautiful and tragic.

"Jun Jiuxiao... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

Her voice was as soft as a candle flickering in the wind, trembling slightly, each word filled with deep self-reproach and regret.

Tears streamed down her pale cheeks, mingling with blood as they dripped onto the ground with a crisp, mournful sound.

"I have wronged you in this life... If there is an afterlife... let me give my all and love you without hesitation..."

She spoke these words with all her might, as if she were pouring all the emotions of her life into them.

Before she finished speaking, her voice gradually faded and eventually disappeared into the empty and desolate night sky.

However, her vow lingered like a beautiful melody, becoming her final declaration of love for the world and her beloved.

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After an unknown amount of time, Chu Xingyao's eyelids trembled slightly, and as her consciousness gradually cleared, she slowly opened her eyes.

Looking around, everything in this space was exactly the same as she remembered.

The high-tech equipment, the smooth metal walls, and the faint smell of disinfectant in the air all gave her a sense of security.

She gently touched the surface of the sofa, feeling its familiarity.

Chu Xingyao vaguely recalled that she seemed to have transmigrated from China in her previous life.

However, her memories of her past life were very confused. When she was eight years old, she suffered a serious illness and lost all her memories of China.

If this space has always existed, why couldn't she use it in her previous life? Was it because her memories were confused?

Or is it that this Phoenix Space, like a phoenix, must undergo death before it can be reborn and unleash its true power?

She was filled with doubts.

She vaguely remembered that in her past life, she had brought a robot butler who managed the medical space into this space.

She called softly, "Cola, come out for a moment and report the time and location."

"Yes, little fairy, this is Dongjing Kingdom, the twenty-third year of Changping, Zhennan General's Mansion, Xinghe Garden. You have ten days left until your coming-of-age ceremony."

"You fell into the pond and lost consciousness; you don't know how you ended up here."

The sound of cola came from a corner of the room, and then a robot that looked just like a human appeared in her line of sight.

Chu Xingyao fell into deep thought: "Indeed, in this life I accidentally fell into the pond and almost lost my life. It was at that time that I triggered the Phoenix Space."

"In my past life, I embraced Jun Jiuxiao as we journeyed to the Yellow Springs, which also triggered the Phoenix Space, but..."

Recalling her past life, a sharp pain welled up in her heart:

"Jun Xuanche, Chu Xinglan, I've returned from hell again. I hope you're smarter this time so I can have some more fun, hahaha." Her laughter was wicked and seductive.

Suddenly, she thought of Jun Jiuxiao and her heart warmed: "Jun Jiuxiao, with me by your side, I will definitely protect you."

Thinking of this, Chu Xingyao smiled slightly and said to Kele, "Okay, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Call me Miss from now on."

"Have your robot girlfriend—French Fries—lie outside dressed as me. I'll be out in two days."

"Yes, Miss." Cola's voice remained respectful and gentle.

"Cola, can you check my body? See if there's anything wrong. Why was I unable to practice internal energy in my past life?"

A glimmer of expectation flashed in Chu Xingyao's eyes; she hoped this space could bring her new hope.

"Ok."

Cola walked to Chu Xingyao's side and gently touched her forehead with her finger.

A faint red light emanated from its fingertip and began scanning Chu Xingyao's body.