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Zhou Xiannan's chest was churning with emotions. He stared at Jun Jiuxiao, his voice tinged with resentment and jealousy:

"What virtues and abilities does this Jun Xuanche possess that have made Yao'er fall so deeply in love with him?"

His voice trembled slightly, revealing his conflicted and uneasy feelings for Chu Xingyao.

Jun Jiuxiao sat upright like a pine tree, his expression calm.

His fingertips behind his back were white from gripping so tightly, revealing the turmoil in his heart.

Zhou Xiannan looked at Jun Jiuxiao, his eyes revealing deep helplessness and anxiety:

"I saw it with my own eyes today. As Xingchi said frankly, how can a member of the royal family condescend to be a son-in-law?"

Upon hearing this, Yao'er was overcome with grief and fainted.

"Upon waking up, she resolutely declared that she would never marry and no one could sway her resolve."

His voice trembled slightly, revealing his deep concern for Chu Xingyao's future.

Night Hawk stood beside Jun Jiuxiao, his gaze sharp as a knife, and he could feel the cold aura emanating from Jun Jiuxiao.

Jun Jiuxiao's eyes were deep, and his voice was deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority:

"Is there anything else?"

Zhou Xiannan looked surprised, his eyes filled with disbelief:

"Jun Jiuxiao, how could you be so heartless? I came here today specifically to see you."

His voice carried a hint of hurt and confusion, as if he had been stung by Jun Jiuxiao's indifference.

Jun Jiuxiao's eyes were as cold as ice, and a flash of fire seemed to appear in his deep eyes before disappearing into the endless darkness.

His voice was resolute and unwavering: "You've seen it, you can leave now."

Night Hawk stood beside Jun Jiuxiao and shivered as he felt the chill emanating from his master.

So, Night Hawk clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhou Xiannan, his voice carrying a hint of dismissal: "Young Master Zhou, please."

His movements were respectful and firm, demonstrating his loyalty in carrying out Jun Jiuxiao's orders.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiannan knew that further words would be of no use, so he could only clasp his hands in return, but could not hide his dissatisfaction.

He could only leave, grumbling and cursing.

Night Hawk watched Zhou Xiannan's figure disappear into the night, then turned back to Jun Jiuxiao's side and softly asked:

"Your Highness, should we continue to monitor Jun Xuance's movements?"

Jun Jiuxiao remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded, his voice deep and powerful:

"Continue to monitor, but do not act rashly."

Night Hawk obeyed the order, and with a flash, disappeared into the night.

As night fell, Jun Jiuxiao sat alone in his study, the flickering candlelight illuminating his lonely figure.

In his past life, no matter how hard he tried, even at the cost of his life, he could never warm her cold heart.

Now reborn, he reflected deeply on his past mistakes and secretly vowed:

There are countless women in this world. He could marry anyone as long as he could stay away from Chu Xingyao!

He told himself that in this life, he would never have any lingering feelings or attachment to Chu Xingyao again, and whether she married Jun Xuanche or not was none of his business.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his chaotic mind, and slowly began to unfold the memorial.

However, what came into view was not lines of text, but a vivid scene of Jun Xuanche and Chu Xingyao bowing to heaven and earth under the red candlelight.

He watched them exchange vows in a solemn ceremony and happily drink the nuptial wine.

He also saw Chu Xingyao's face light up with a radiant smile as she sweetly called out "Husband."

That title was like a sharp blade, piercing his long-closed heart. In ten years of marriage, she had never called him "husband".

In an instant, his heart burned like a raging fire, intense and painful, and the tranquility of the past was utterly shattered.

"So, you are so infatuated with Jun Xuanche..."

He murmured to himself, his voice low and bitter.

"If you can't marry Jun Xuanche, would you rather spend your whole life alone in an empty room?"

These words were like sharp needles, relentlessly piercing his heart and bringing waves of excruciating pain.

Finally, his long-suppressed anger and despair erupted like a volcano, and he could no longer control his emotions.

He suddenly swung his thick arm, and there was a loud "crash".

The writing implements, exquisite paintings, and heavy books that were originally neatly arranged on the table were all swept to the ground by him.

The objects collided with each other, producing a series of crisp, piercing cracking sounds.

However, when his gaze inadvertently fell on the sandalwood box containing the "Jade Rabbit Holding a Fragrant Hairpin".

All his movements suddenly stopped, and he seemed to instantly turn into a statue.

Then, he slowly stretched out his hands, as gently as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

I carefully picked up the sandalwood box, afraid that the slightest force would awaken the beautiful spirit sleeping inside.

He nervously picked up the box, gently brushed away the dust that wasn't even there, and his eyes revealed endless tenderness and longing.

Suddenly, he realized his lapse in composure, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips, a smile filled with sadness and self-mockery.

Jun Jiuxiao slowly got up and walked heavily towards the tallest pavilion in the palace, which was originally prepared for her.

Under the moonlight, his figure appeared aloof and noble, yet it could not conceal the deep-seated loneliness and desolation within him.

Standing by the window of this pavilion, you can look up and see the "Star-Picking Tower" of the Zhennan General's Mansion.

A gentle night breeze brought a chill, but it couldn't dispel the bitterness in his heart.

He slowly opened his mouth, and a bitter taste instantly spread across his tongue, as if a million ants were gnawing at his nerves.

That feeling was like swallowing a bitter herb, so bitter it was unbearable.

Moreover, this suffering did not merely remain in his mouth, but rather surged like a mighty torrent straight into the depths of his bone marrow.

He was trapped in this vast and boundless sea of ​​suffering, desperately waving his hands, trying to grasp at a straw, but every effort was in vain.

No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't find a way out of his predicament and could only watch helplessly as he sank deeper and deeper.

A self-deprecating, bitter smile appeared on his lips as he murmured softly:

"Jun Jiuxiao, Jun Jiuxiao, now that things have come to this, what are you still hoping for?"

The voice was low and hoarse, containing endless sorrow and despair, as if it were a lament from the deepest hell.

"Have you forgotten? Back in the previous life, everything was already settled."

"You had been married to her for ten years at that time, but even so, you gave her everything,"

"Even though he was willing to go through fire and water and risk his life, he still couldn't move her heart, which was as cold as ice, even though he ultimately died tragically in front of her."

"Because deep in her heart, the only person she ever loved was Jun Xuanche."

"This is the third time. Are you going to try to take her by force again? Don't do it more than three times. Let her go, and let yourself go too."

Recalling the experiences of his previous two lives, those unforgettable loves and hates flashed through his mind like scenes from a series of events.

However, even as time flows and the world changes, is it possible that he still cannot forget that woman in this life?

Are you still unable to forget her and find it hard to let go?

Must we really tread that thorny old path again and repeat the tragic mistakes of our past lives?

At this thought, a look of despair suddenly flashed in his eyes, a deep sense of powerlessness.

No matter how much they resisted, they could not break free from the shackles that had been predetermined.

Even after countless reincarnations, it seems impossible to escape this damned fate.

In an instant, a sharp pain shot through Jun Jiuxiao's chest, and he felt a warm liquid well up in his throat.

He tried with all his might to swallow it, but it was all in vain.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, the crimson blood drawing a tragic arc in the air.

Then it fell heavily onto the cold, icy ground, splattering up shocking splashes of blood.

Chu Xingyao's smiling face seemed to reappear before his eyes. That face that once captivated him had now become the deepest pain in his heart.

He slowly closed his eyes, letting the moonlight fall on his face, but even the cold moonlight seemed unable to soothe the wounds in his heart.

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In the dead of night,

In the Star River Garden of the General Zhennan's Mansion,

Chu Xingyao woke up with a start, a sharp pain spreading from her heart.

I felt my blood boiling, rushing towards that vulnerable spot.

Her body was taut, like a string stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.

Chu Xingyao closed her eyes tightly, her mouth twisted in pain, each breath accompanied by a knife-like pain, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

Amidst endless pain, Chu Xingyao's brows furrowed.

With her last ounce of strength, she summoned her most loyal companion—the robot Cola—through a connection deep within her consciousness.

In the dim light, Cola quickly came to Chu Xingyao's bedside, and the red light scanner was immediately activated, carefully examining her body.

Cola's scanner scanned Chu Xingyao again and again, but it still couldn't find anything unusual.

Chu Xingyao's face turned deathly pale from the pain.

She gripped the cola tightly, her voice weak but revealing a resolute will:

"This must be related to Jun Jiuxiao."

Seeing Cola's puzzled look, Chu Xingyao continued:

"I don't know why, but there's always a voice in my head calling out Jun Jiuxiao's name."

“This matter is definitely related to Jun Jiuxiao.”

"Moreover, the last time I saw him as the Underworld Phoenix of the Yama Palace, my heart was burning, and it was beating so fast, abnormally fast, the kind of fast I couldn't control."

A resolute glint flashed in her eyes, as if she had already made a momentous decision.