Da Tang Si Zi: My Six Super Rich Little Nuggets!

"Tsk tsk tsk, everyone look! This poor guy..."

A young Jurchen fisherman pointed to the scene not far away, his tone filled with sympathy.

Sizi's soul slowly drifted behind the woman, her gaze fixed on the woman's back.

The woman stood alone on the edge of the cliff, isolated from the world, even the sound of the wind around her.

The dark blue skirt of her evening gown fluttered in the wind, like the deepest color in the night sky, highlighting her lonely and resolute figure.

Without hesitation, she leaped into the deep blue sea.

The waves gently embraced her, like a mother's embrace, or like a merciless abyss.

Like a flying balloon rhinoceros, Sizi followed closely behind, capturing the blue ribbons slowly drifting on the sea, like a link to an unknown world.

The sea gradually swallowed all the colors, turning into a bottomless black abyss, with a ring of white foam rolling on the surface, like the last starlight in the night sky.

The deep and eerie string music flowed slowly, like an undercurrent lurking in the night, casting a mysterious veil over the upcoming plot.

However, the white foam did not last long; it gradually turned blue, as if infected by some mysterious force.

In the end, the bubbles turned into blood-red veins, which connected to the heart and beat violently, as if telling a secret that no one knew.

Sizi closed her eyes in fear, and when she opened them again, the scene suddenly changed. It was still the same woman with coffee-colored hair and sky-blue eyes. She was sitting next to the piano, and light and shadow shone through the glass roof above her, creating a warm halo around her.

She sat there quietly, seemingly detached from worldly affairs.

However, the tranquility was shattered when she slammed her arms down on the piano keys, producing a series of chord-striking sounds.

Her movements were full of power and determination, as if she was using music to vent the anger and helplessness deep in her heart.

Each strike of the piano keys seemed to be a challenge to fate, allowing the listener to feel her inner struggle and pain.

Her boredom wasn't truly dull; rather, it was a silent protest against the world, an indomitable struggle of life force, sometimes not expressed through words.

"Yes, yes, I heard she was once an empress, how unfortunate!" The old man next to him shook his head and sighed, his face etched with the marks of time.

Sizi turned her head in the direction of the voice and saw an old man with a soft, snow-white scarf around his neck, looking like a moving snowman.

She suddenly widened her round eyes and exclaimed, "My God, you are... Uncle? Changsun Wuji?"

The old man nodded and smiled, then deftly removed the white scarf, respectfully presenting it with both hands as if offering a ceremonial scarf, and said like a subject:

"Sizi, this was given to me by your brother Zhinu, the very nephew of the King whom I helped to support. Look, isn't it exceptionally beautiful?!" Before the words were finished, an eerie atmosphere arose.

Sizi felt a sudden wave of tension and woke up abruptly from her dream.

Zi'an handed her a hot towel and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Si Zi's eyes widened, and she exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, Brother Zi An, you're back!! Did you go to Xunzhou?"

Zi'an waved his hand and said with a wry smile, "Hey, let's not talk about this anymore. I'm going... But, Sizi, you're dreaming again, aren't you?"

Si Zi nodded, looking somewhat dazed: "Yes, I dreamt that my uncle, Changsun Wuji, presented me with a hada (a ceremonial scarf)."

Zi An smiled and said, "Oh, that's a good thing. Why are you afraid?"

Si Zi's face showed horror: "No, didn't Changsun Wuji end up being given three feet of white silk by the Emperor?! Isn't that scary enough?!"

Zi'an's face turned slightly purple. After a moment of silence, he sighed, "Sigh, we'll have to go back again on a suitable day. Let me tell you the story of Xunzhou first..."