First annul the engagement, then sever ties with the empress; the empress reigns supreme.

“Yes, in our past life, Xixi died in a fire, and soon after, our mother also died while searching for the murderer who killed Xixi. We failed Xixi and our mother. We failed them in this life as well.” Gu Hanxing nodded.

Dreaming about his past life is too bizarre to talk about. And every time he tried to speak of it, it was as if an invisible hand covered his mouth.

Until just now, he kept hearing Gu Lichuan shouting in his dream that Gu Juntang shouldn't have treated him like that. He kept saying he knew he was wrong and that if he could do it again, he would never do it again. Only then did he dare to confirm that Gu Lichuan, like Gu Konghao and himself, had dreamed about things from his past life.

When he wanted to speak again, there was no longer any hindrance, and he spoke easily.

It's quite amazing, but the fact that they can dream about their past lives is amazing in itself.

"Why did we have to dream about it so late? If only we could have dreamed about it sooner. If we had dreamed about it when Father first brought Gu Juntang back to the Gu family, we wouldn't have done so many things that hurt Mother and Xixi." Tears of regret streamed down Gu Lichuan's face.

“Wrong.” Gu Hanxing shook his head: “We should have dreamed about it when our mother had just given birth to Xixi and Suli, and then informed her in time to stop our father.”

Gu Konghao looked at his eldest brother and third brother, who were both repenting and regretting. This man, who was usually not talkative and had the most straightforward personality, thought things through more clearly than anyone else.

“You’re all wrong. No matter when you recall your past life, as long as we firmly chose to think from our mother’s perspective instead of always siding with our father, we wouldn’t be in this situation today.”

Always look for the root cause of the problem.

Their biggest problem is that they only side with their father and ignore their mother's contributions.

Gu Konghao's words awakened Gu Lichuan and Gu Hanxing, and they both fell silent.

Gu Lichuan and his two companions spoke at a moderate volume, just loud enough for everyone in the cell to hear. They didn't believe in such nonsense as dreaming of past lives.

They thought that the three Gu brothers had gone mad from the prospect of exile.

If only I had known then what I know now.

If we hadn't always sided with Gu Yuanbai back then, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

After the three Gu brothers "went mad", the Gu family remained silent until the day before their exile, when a letter was sent out of the prison.

This letter was written by Gu Lichuan to Gu Junxi.

Xi'er hesitated, holding the letter, wondering whether to give it to Gu Junxi. After thinking about it, she finally did.

No matter how deserving of death Gu Lichuan is, he is still Gu Junxi's brother. Whether or not to help after reading the letter is Gu Junxi's choice, and no one can make that decision for her.

If they intercepted the letter and didn't even let Gu Junxi know the truth, then they had no right to do so.

Gu Junxi's pregnancy symptoms worsened day by day, and the inability to find Su Li made her so anxious that blisters appeared on her lips.

Instead of throwing away Gu Lichuan's letter, she frowned and lazily opened it.

This time, the Gu family is probably gone forever. Gu Lichuan and the others have received their just deserts. Gu Junxi also wants to see them one last time. In the end, Gu Lichuan still wants to say something to her.

They had assumed she was asking for their help to plead with Emperor Sheng for leniency, or perhaps to bribe officials to provide food and money. Unexpectedly, aside from deep remorse, they only asked her to settle Wang Nanjun and her daughter.

It is said that a letter of divorce has been written for Wang Nanjun, and from now on Wang Nanjun is no longer a member of the Gu family, and therefore does not have to be exiled with them.

Gu Lichuan wrote about his past life, from what he remembered to his present life, each act of repentance deeply etched in his mind. From his writing, it's clear that Gu Lichuan truly knows he was wrong this time.

Gu Junxi tightened her grip on the letter, her lips unconsciously pursing.

Gu Lichuan and the others actually remembered their past lives, just like her, they had memories of their past lives.

She wasn't the only one who knew about the pain of her past life.

"What are you looking at so intently?" Mu Lingye came in from outside and saw Gu Junxi staring blankly at the letter, her expression one of suppressed pain. He frowned and deliberately teased Gu Junxi, casually snatching the letter from her hand.

The letter contained her secret. Gu Junxi's first reaction was to hide the letter behind her back and look up, saying, "It's nothing."

When Mu Lingye saw the wariness in Gu Junxi's eyes, he was only taken aback for a moment, but he didn't argue with Gu Junxi and said tolerantly, "If you say no, then no."

The longer Gu Junxi spent time with Mu Lingye, the clearer it became that despite his seemingly aloof demeanor, he was actually someone who liked to be in control. He disliked being out of control and didn't like being kept in the dark. Perhaps this was related to his experience as a hostage.

Yet this is the same person who was willing to make exceptions for her time and time again.

He acted indifferent and tolerant, but she clearly saw the fleeting sense of loss in him when he looked away.

Gu Junxi felt a pang of pain in her heart. Although handing over the letter would expose her biggest secret, at this moment, she didn't want to hide it from Mu Lingye anymore.

"This is a letter that Gu Lichuan asked someone to bring to me from prison."

Gu Junxi handed the letter to Mu Lingye.

Mu Lingye was taken aback. He glanced at the letter in his hand and was surprised by Gu Junxi's change, but he was also happy for her.

After reading the letter, his entire demeanor changed, and he was filled with a sinister aura: "Xixi, this letter says you died in a fire in your past life? This..."

Mu Lingye didn't finish his sentence, probably also finding it unbelievable. Gu Junxi could tell what Mu Lingye was thinking.

She nodded, her expression somewhat sorrowful. After calming herself down, she spoke earnestly to Mu Lingye.

“Ah Ling, what I’m about to say may seem unbelievable, but it’s all true. In my previous life, I died more than a year ago in a fire at the Mahayana Temple on Buddha’s Birthday. Not only do Gu Lichuan and the others have memories of their past lives, but I do too. It was because I saw the truth clearly in my past life that I took the initiative to drag Gu Juntang into the water at the Peach Blossom Banquet.”

Mu Lingye reached out and touched Gu Junxi's pale and thin face, which had become thin due to morning sickness: "It must have been very painful to be on fire."

A shiver ran through him, as if the shadow cast by the burning fire had been healed in that instant. Hearing her recount such a miraculous and bizarre story, Mu Lingye didn't question her or think she was possessed by a ghost. Instead, his first concern was whether she was in pain.

She wondered if it was because of her pregnancy that she had become so prone to tears. Even after all this time, Gu Junxi's eyes still welled up with tears because of Mu Lingye's words.

She didn't want to hide it, so she nodded: "Yes, it hurt. But it's all in the past, I hardly remember it anymore."

"They deserve to die!" Mu Lingye stretched out his long arm and pulled Gu Junxi into his arms, emanating a chilling aura.

Gu Junxi knew that Mu Lingye was saying Gu Lichuan and the others deserved to die. Leaning against Mu Lingye, inhaling his scent, Gu Junxi felt a special sense of peace.

She shook her head: "It's all in the past."

"And what about me? What was I doing at the time?" Mu Lingye suddenly asked.

Mu Lingye's confident expression, as if he must have done something, reminded Gu Junxi that she hadn't yet asked Mu Lingye when he had fallen for her.

Now is the time to ask.

Her fingers gently stroked Mu Lingye's seemingly thin but actually strong and muscular chest. Her voice was tinged with emotion.

“You were in a very bad situation at the time, stripped of your title as crown prince and sent to your fiefdom. When you learned of my death, you dug my body out of the ruins. You defied the imperial order and hid in the capital to avenge me. Every day... you slept with my corpse.”

It may seem perverted, but it is actually deeply affectionate. Without profound feelings, who would sleep with a charred corpse day and night?