After her transformation and rebirth, she manipulates the innocent and ruthless to overthrow the wor

Early in the morning, birds chirped and chattered noisily in the branches, and their clamor woke up the woman who was pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed in the house.

She straightened her clothes, stood up, slowly pushed open the wooden window, and looked out.

Autumn is gradually setting in outside, and a few leaves drift down as a gentle breeze blows.

Not far away, a young man in black sat on a rock, holding a sword and gazing into the distance.

The creaking sound of the wooden window opening broke the tranquility. The boy seemed startled, his ears twitched slightly, and he quickly turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

The woman's gaze fell on the boy.

Yesterday, because of what Elder Deng said, she suddenly remembered the Western Xia prince from her past life, and fell into a daze. After that, she didn't say anything to Duanli and went straight back to her room to rest.

Actually, it wasn't that she didn't want to talk about it; it was just that this was an experience she had never had in her peaceful and stable past life.

Experiencing such a thing for the first time had a huge impact on her and left her with a psychological scar.

So she became somewhat dazed and confused.

Seeing Duan Li get up and walk towards her, his hair was gently blown by the breeze, dancing wildly in the wind. Her gaze fell on those flying hairs, and she was momentarily stunned.

"Aran, are you... alright?" Duanli asked softly.

Xiao Ran smiled, gently shook her head, and replied:

"I am fine."

……

In the afternoon, Xiao Ran sent Duan Li to bring Xiao Yang over.

Xiao Yang was completely different from the one I had seen that day. He no longer had the vigorous energy that a child should have. After experiencing two heavy blows, he seemed to have grown up rapidly overnight.

And she also became less talkative.

Xiao Ran slowly squatted down and gently touched his swollen eyes. Then, she hugged Xiao Yang tightly.

Xiao Yang's already slightly red eyes became even redder under Xiao Ran's embrace. Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.

"Xiao Yang," Xiao Ran called his name softly, "come with your sister to a place."

"You won't have to be afraid anymore."

……

Farmhouse.

The fourth leader sat quietly in the room, took a sip of tea, and looked out the window toward the attic above.

That attic holds too many memories for him; he and his brother once spent their carefree youth there.

Back then, the village chief cared for them deeply, and their lives were filled with simple joy, free from the worries of today.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh heavily.

"Duanli, wait for me here for a while, I'll be back soon."

A girl's intermittent voice came from outside the door. Upon hearing the voice, the fourth leader immediately straightened up and sat up formally.

Soon, a young girl walked in, leading a child who kept his head down, looking at the ground.

"Master," Xiao Ran said respectfully, bowing with her hands clasped.

The fourth leader was only slightly taken aback, but quickly regained his composure. He seemed unsurprised by Xiao Ran's address of "Master," and simply waved his hand casually, gesturing for them to sit down.

"Did Master already recognize me?" Xiao Ran asked curiously.

"In this village, which woman could be as bold as you?" The fourth leader's lips curled into a faint smile, his thoughts drifting away.

He carefully recalled the first time he met Xiao Ran.

At that time, she was dressed in a slightly awkward bandit outfit and was grinding freshly picked medicinal herbs on a stone at the entrance of Baicaoyu, seemingly oblivious to everyone around her.

You should know that Baicaoyu, where she is located, is a place that inspires fear in people.

After all, medicinal herbs and poisonous plants grow together here, and one could easily encounter danger. No one knows what they might step on next.

But she was as fearless as a newborn calf, and calmly picked the herbs.

Xiao Ran chuckled and then obediently said, "Master is right. Ali will never be so reckless again."

The fourth leader coughed. "Alright, what brings you here so early in the morning with this letter?"

Xiao Ran knelt down next to Xiao Yang and said softly, "Xiao Yang, why don't you go out for a bit and play with Brother Duan Li?"

Xiao Yang nodded sensibly and obediently went out.

Seeing that the fourth leader was still watching Xiao Yang's departing figure, Xiao Ran said, "His name is Wang Xiao Yang..."

Then, Xiao Ran told the Fourth Master everything about Xiao Yang's background.

After hearing this, the fourth leader nodded silently and sighed, "He is indeed a pitiful child."

"Then, Master, could you accept him as your disciple?"

"How can this be? I already have two disciples..."

Xiao Ran hurriedly said, "But Master, Senior Brother Mo Ping can't stand the smell of herbs, so he can't inherit your mantle. And your little disciple, I have to go back..."

"You're leaving the valley?"

Xiao Ran nodded firmly, "Disciple still has some very important things to finish."

The fourth leader saw a heavy sense of mission in Xiao Ran's eyes.

He then gave up and slowly said, "Alright, but I have one condition."

"What?" Xiao Ran's face was full of doubt.

The fourth leader leaned slightly closer to Xiao Ran and whispered a few words in her ear.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ran was slightly taken aback at first, but then nodded in agreement without hesitation.

……

As evening fell, Mo Ping cut some bamboo from the bamboo forest on the mountain.

Since his junior brother went missing, he had been unable to eat or sleep, and had lost his appetite. After several days of this in a daze, he realized that he could no longer continue to be so depressed and degenerate.

Even if his junior brother's disappearance was indeed caused by him.

That day, he did indeed promise his junior brother that he would help him escape.

But that very afternoon, after finally figuring out the route out of the valley and obtaining the key to the prison cell through a combination of coaxing and deception, he was overjoyed and ready to head to the prison to rescue his junior brother when he was inexplicably knocked unconscious.

When he woke up, he found that his junior brother was missing.

From then on, he devoted himself to woodworking, wanting to make small bamboo utensils for self-defense.

Firstly, to avoid repeating the same mistake, and secondly, because he still wanted to find his junior brother elsewhere.

Now it's just a little bit more...

He glanced at the bamboo he was carrying on his shoulder. If he could just move this bamboo back and work on it late into the night, he was sure he'd succeed.

He couldn't help but recall the scene of working hard together with his junior brother that night.

Mo Ping quickened his pace, but when he arrived in the courtyard, he found a young man in black standing there with a sword in his hand.

Duan Li? What's he doing here? Could it be that Miss Xiao is here too?

Seeing that Duanli was ignoring him, he put down the bamboo, dusted himself off, and hurried inside.

The master was sitting in the middle of the room, leisurely drinking tea and talking to the child next to him.

That child looks very familiar... Is it Xiaoyang?

He was about to step forward and ask.

Suddenly, they heard a girl's clear, laughing voice from the side.

"Senior brother."