Senior brother is so awesome!

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Because many sects had already gone up the mountain, Qin Yuechan was ordered to stay in Luoxue Pavilion and was not allowed to do anything else unless ordered by Zhong Zhichen.

She was no longer the naive and clueless person she used to be. Although she was kindly confined to her home, she didn't show any anger or resistance. Too many things had happened recently, and she was also involved with the villain who disguised himself as her fourth senior brother that night. A feeling of unease was hidden deep in her heart, which made her lose her interest in having fun.

Every day after breakfast, she would take advantage of the not-too-hot summer mornings to pick up her martial arts skills that she had neglected for three years. Originally, she didn't know many moves. If it weren't for the deep internal strength she had accumulated earlier, she would probably have only learned fancy moves.

She wanted to learn martial arts from Qing'er or Nuan Yue, but the skills they knew were all deadly, too brutal for her to like. So after practicing the moves, she sat down to meditate under the corridor.

The warm summer breeze gently stirs the ripples between her brows; the beauty is like jade, her indifference masking a myriad of thoughts.

Whether it was because of a different mindset upon returning to familiar places, or because of some changes in my body over the years, I sat cross-legged with my hands forming a lotus shape on my knees. As soon as I entered a meditative state, I felt something surging wildly within my body. I couldn't describe what it was, but it felt like a surging emotion that had been suppressed for a thousand years!

All the sounds of birdsong, insect chirps, and the passing wind were drowned out, turning into a deafening void, utterly silent and terrifyingly empty! She tried to break free from this horrifying silence, but then she heard a soft laugh slowly ring in her ears.

"Ruo'er..."

"If I become emperor, you will be the empress for all time."

"Ruo'er, are you willing to die?"

The voice was both strange and familiar, yet it made her entire soul tremble. It was as if everything was separated by a thin sheet of paper, and if she just pierced it, all the answers would be revealed. However, she was filled with intense curiosity and a hellish fear, a truth she did not want to know even if it meant death!

"Miss, wake up!"

I suddenly opened my eyes and saw Sui Xin's worried little face in front of me. The familiar courtyard scenery was still around me. I suddenly realized what was happening and breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing her so worried, Qin Yuechan wanted to give her a reassuring smile, but after several attempts, she could only manage to force a smile on one side of her mouth, saying, "I'm fine."

Sui Xin's furrowed brows remained unchanged as he took a handkerchief and wiped the thin layer of sweat that had appeared on her forehead without her noticing. He said softly, "The sun is too strong, Miss, you should go inside."

He nodded silently, barely managed to get up from the cushion, and helped her into the dormitory.

She lied and said she was tired from practicing martial arts, sending Sui Xin away. She lay on the bed, feeling weak all over, staring blankly at the top of the green gauze cabinet. The light-colored top was her favorite color. In her daze, she seemed to see a woman wearing a light red dress, holding a golden sword, riding a horse and whipping it.

In a panic, she closed her sore eyes, her mind replaying the heavy, ethereal male voice from before. It was so familiar, like a brand etched into her heart, so that just thinking about it caused her excruciating pain. Yet, it didn't sound like anyone else's voice around her.

Her thoughts drifted away without her realizing it, and she didn't even notice when someone opened the door and walked in. It wasn't until a pair of dry, warm hands covered her forehead that Yuechan snapped back to reality, and her eyes snapped back to focus.

Clad in white, ethereal and graceful, a reassuring smile curved her lips, "Second Senior Brother..."

He nodded, his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes filled with worry, and said slowly, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Yuechan tilted her head and just happened to see a corner of a green robe fluttering by the door. She pretended to be indifferent and covered his hand with hers. "Did that girl Suixin run to find you? She said everything was fine."

The second senior brother's jade-like face softened with a touch of doting affection, and his voice was clear and captivating, "Chan'er, don't you even trust me anymore?"

Well, her changes in expression were indeed under his control. Knowing himself as he did, it was as if she were ingrained in his very bones and soul.

Nodding weakly, Yuechan glanced at the door. Her second senior brother understood, got up and walked over. Her gentle voice was heard, and soon after, the sound of footsteps leaving could be heard.

He sat back down on the edge of the bed, took her hand, and looked at her encouragingly.

Just as she was about to speak, she felt that saying such things was too strange, so she propped herself up, turned around, rested her head on his lap, and held his hands tightly.

"Today I was meditating in my spare time, and I don't know if I went into a state of demonic possession or what, but I actually heard a man talking."

The second senior brother didn't show much expression, quietly looking at her. "What did that person say?"

“He’s calling… Ruo’er… That’s right!” She sat up abruptly. “Three years ago, I saw someone calling this name when I was meditating or in a dream!” Three years had passed, and he hadn’t appeared since. She had completely forgotten about it.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his breath brushing against her sensitive ear. "You've gone mad from practicing martial arts. Your body might not be suited for it. You shouldn't meditate anymore, or your meridians will be severed."

The voice was soft, the tone calm, but Yuechan sensed something was amiss. "Do you know something?"

The second senior brother's body stiffened for a moment, but then softened again. He gently turned her shoulder, his bright eyes filled with laughter and doting affection. "I don't know anything, I just want you to be safe and sound."

Immersed in the tenderness he never deliberately cultivated, she slightly raised her lips and said, "Me too."

Although her second senior brother casually dismissed the matter, Yuechan kept it in her heart. Recalling the man she had seen in her dreams many times, sometimes wearing imperial robes, sometimes covered in golden armor, it could not have been a coincidence. Moreover, he called out the name "Ruo'er" many times, so it must have been a woman.

Who exactly are they?

Not long ago, when she got lost in the Regent's Palace, it was her master who saved her, but he didn't explain anything afterward. He clearly knew something. Since she couldn't find out anything from her second senior brother, she had no choice but to go and ask her master herself.

After lunch, Qin Yuechan took Suixin to Xianyun Pavilion. The bluestone slabs under her feet were dried by the sun, but the flowers and plants planted by the roadside did not wither because of this. They were still lush and lovely, just like the ones she passed by every day when she came to practice martial arts three years ago.

As she approached the entrance of Xianyun Pavilion, the disciples guarding the side greeted her respectfully, "Junior Sister."

Qin Yuechan asked gently with a smile, "Is Master inside?"

The two disciples were stunned when they saw her, and now that the beauty smiled, it was as if a hundred flowers were blooming. The two were immediately dumbfounded.

Sui Xin covered her mouth and chuckled, "Let's go inside. Judging from their expressions, they won't be able to come to their senses anytime soon."

She gave her a reproachful look, then lifted the hem of her skirt and stepped into Xianyun Pavilion.

Everything was unchanged. The long corridor painted with calligraphy and paintings by famous artists extended all the way to the main hall. She walked slowly closer, but heard voices coming from inside. She thought that a sect must have come to pay their respects, and that it would be impolite for her to appear here. So she prepared to turn back and wait for her master to come later.

But as soon as he turned around, he heard a familiar voice. He stopped abruptly, his back turning cold. It was the villain who had broken into the inn that day!

His gaze hardened instantly. He suppressed his wildly beating heart and tiptoed to the window to listen carefully.

"We urge Alliance Leader Ye to carefully consider what Haotian has said. We await good news." Although the tone was respectful, it carried a hint of unruliness, a mere facade.

She frowned. That voice… Wang Haotian? She remembered her senior brother telling her that this matter was related to the Fierce Tiger Gang. So, was the person disguised as her fourth senior brother that day the gang leader, Wang Haotian, himself? What was his purpose in kidnapping her fourth senior brother and attempting to humiliate her?

Master chuckled and said, "Chief Wang, the martial arts tournament is the time to determine the leader of the alliance. I look forward to your skills surpassing all others."

"Alright! Since Alliance Leader Ye is so stubborn, let's wait and see."

After Wang Haotian finished speaking, he turned and left. As he walked to the door, he saw a stunningly beautiful woman standing gracefully to one side. His long, narrow, and sinister eyes lit up, and his small, delicate lips blossomed into a smile. "Miss, it's been a long time."

Qin Yuechan smiled slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with coldness as she parted her lips: "It's best not to see her. If we do, some disgusting things might happen."

A hint of surprise flashed in Wang Haotian's eyes as he stared at her face, a strong possessiveness emanating from him. "I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, Miss. You'll definitely see me often in the future."

She glared at him, unwilling to face him for even a minute, and turned and entered the main hall with a casual air.

He gazed at her slender, delicate back from behind, his cherry-like lips curving into a wider smile. "When you're moaning and begging for mercy beneath me, will you still find me disgusting?"

"Cicada's here?" Ye Xianqing sat at the head of the table and smiled kindly at her.

Qin Yuechan nodded, "I discovered some problems while practicing martial arts and meditation today, so I wanted to ask you for guidance."

He put down his teacup, stood up, and stood with his hands behind his back. "Let's go to the backyard."

"Yes."

Suixin stopped at the entrance to the backyard. She followed her master to the stone table outside the bamboo grove in the backyard and sat down. She then heard him say, "Did you see something while meditating again?"

Qin Yuechan's eyes lit up. "Master, you really knew."

Ye Xianqing nodded thoughtfully. "How was the dream this time?"

"I didn't see anything, but I heard someone calling a name and saying things like 'Empress of a Thousand Ages,' 'Whether she's dead or not,' which was completely inexplicable."

As she spoke, she noticed his expression darken slightly, his insightful eyes gazing into the depths of the bamboo forest, lost in thought.

Suddenly, I noticed that my master's once smooth eyes now had a few shallow wrinkles. Although it didn't affect his handsome middle-aged man's charm, he had aged considerably.

"Master?" she whispered a reminder.

"Hmm?" He turned around and saw his apprentice looking at him with a questioning expression. He realized that his apprentice had fallen into deep thought again, so he said, "Have you ever wondered why you keep having these dreams?"

Qin Yuechan nodded. It's normal for something like this to happen once, but it's a bit strange to keep dreaming about it.

"Please enlighten me, Master."

Ye Xianqing sighed silently, gazing at her stunningly beautiful face. His misty gaze seemed to be looking through her at another person. After a long while, he slowly said, "This matter concerns your past life. The man who always appears in your dreams is the entanglement of your previous life."

A past life? She was confused. If there was a past life, it was Yang Shanshan before she transmigrated...

She asked doubtfully, "Is there really such a thing as past lives and reincarnation? And what exactly does that person want to do?"

He didn't answer her question, but instead asked, "Do you know the story of the ancient god-emperor?"

Qin Yuechan frowned and said what she knew: "I know a little. It is said that only the emperor who unified the continent hundreds of years ago wore a bright yellow robe. In my dream... the man was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe."

After she finished speaking, her heart began to pound. Could it be that she had a story with the ancient god-emperor in her previous life? No, she was just an ordinary soul from another world who had transmigrated here. How could she have any connection with the emperor from hundreds of years ago in this timeline?

Before she could dwell on her thoughts, Ye Xianqing broke her conviction in a deep voice, "In that case, I am even more certain that you and he must have made some kind of agreement a hundred years ago, which is why he has been pursuing you until now."

Upon hearing this, she quickly asked, "Then how can I get rid of his harassment?"

The master did not answer her. He stood up, his face serene, like a Buddha high above in the temple. His white robes fluttered as he walked away with light, slow steps.

"It's still time..."