Reborn as a concubine's daughter and entering a noble family: Xie Lang, don't be too seduc

"...In life, they were the bravest warriors of our dynasty; in death, they will naturally remain loyal ghosts to our dynasty."

Xie Lin continued speaking to himself.

He felt less afraid after he figured these things out.

Those were people he had fought alongside, who died in battle. He collected their bodies, identified them, and sent news of their deaths back to their homelands. How could he possibly harm those who had perished in battle?

He noticed that the person beside him was not responding. He looked over and found that Sang Hua's eyes were still open.

He seemed to have something on his mind.

Xie Lin asked, "What about your nightmares? Who did you dream about?"

"I don't know... I have no recollection." Her voice sounded helpless. "Actually, what I told you the other day... that I don't remember much about the past, is true. I don't even remember how I was sent to the palace. I've lived in the palace since I became conscious. At first, it was such a small room, filled with clutter everywhere. Then that year, a torrential rain caused half of Yaohua Palace to collapse, so it was rebuilt. After the reconstruction, I moved to the back courtyard, further away from Consort Qi, but it was much quieter because of that."

She just doesn't remember anything from before.

Her memory of her former self was vague, let alone how she was brought to the palace.

Everyone says she's a cursed star, a witch, and that anyone who gets close to her will die.

It is said that the Huo family's demise was also due to her bad fate, so everyone avoided her, except for occasionally coming to cause her some trouble.

Yunqiao was initially a good person.

No one else wanted to play with her, except for Yunqiao, who wasn't afraid of her "lone star fate" and became her best friend, sharing everything with her.

Hawthorne thought she could consider Yunqiao her best friend for life.

Until the moment she sat in the Xie family's bridal sedan chair in her past life, that's what Yunqiao whispered in her ear...

Only then did she understand.

Yunqiao's closeness with her was a way for her to climb the social ladder by marrying Li Lang.

Initially, Yunqiao hoped that Huo Sanghua would marry Li Lang, and that she could become a concubine based on her relationship with Huo Sanghua. However, for some reason, she began to find Sanghua an eyesore. Just then, Li Lang asked her to persuade Sanghua to agree to marry into the Xie family.

Yunqiao knew what a dangerous place the Xie family of the Marquis of Anding was, so she spared no effort to give Huo Sanghua a push.

When Hawthorne was completely unaware, unsuspecting, and caught in a dilemma, it was Yunshao who helped her make up her mind.

But who would have thought...

But it was the beginning of falling into hell.

"...My dreams are always strange, sometimes disjointed, and then they suddenly appear... I don't know if something happened, and it scares me." Hawthorne is now confused; these days have been too "peaceful," to the point that she's starting to doubt...

past life.

Was her death with Xie Shu on their wedding night in her past life... just a nightmare?

It never actually happened.

"What did you dream about just now?" Xie Lin didn't have the energy to think about it further.

It seems that the feeling of being sick came on the moment I lay down.

“People… …” Hawthorne chatted with him intermittently, “I dreamt of so many people… and horses, so many horses… the sound of their hooves on the cobblestones was so loud and resounding, like an earthquake… …”

horse?

There are still a lot of horses.

Bluestone pavement?

Xie Lin, who had already closed his eyes, vaguely realized that something was wrong.

It has always been a rule that the army should not enter the city.

No matter when, the army always camped outside the city. Where would there be any bluestone roads outside the city? If there are bluestone roads... ...then it must be inside the city.

A large army rode into the city, their advance menacing...

It's likely that Hawthorne's nightmare wasn't just a simple dream. "Then, what do you remember?"

"... ..." Hawthorne, after his reminder, also began to recall. "There were cries and shouts,... bang, clang, screams... bang!... ..."

She remembered hearing those noises.

The description was far too abstract, so Xie Lin listened quietly and analyzed it silently...

The cries and screams were likely caused by the enemy's indiscriminate slaughter upon entering the city.

The banging and clanging sounds that Hawthorne described were probably the sounds of weapons clashing, when enemy and defenders were fighting desperately.

And the screams were even worse...

As for that "bang!", what could that be? "Just a sound?"

"It was too dark... I couldn't see anything." Hawthorne desperately wanted to recall everything, but every scene from that nightmare filled her with immense fear.

I couldn't help but tremble...

I was terrified when I tried to remember.

It was too dark... In that nightmare, everything was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything—

"No... It's not just pitch black, I think I saw a beam of light..."

There was indeed such a scene in the fleeting fragment of the dream.

"Light?" Xie Lin was confused.

What light?

“......it wasn’t light,” Hawthorne continued, “it was...it was like that day, when a beam of light shone on the sword, and then......"

It's reflecting light!

The beam of light reflected off the blade!

Xie Lin roughly guessed that what she dreamed of was probably the deadly battle on the day the city fell, and her breathing became rapid.

He desperately hoped that Sang Hua could remember more...

"I think I saw it..." Hawthorne murmured, her consciousness blurring once more as the drug took effect. But as she recalled that beam of "light," she vaguely remembered something from her dream... "There was a person, I saw a face, that beam of light shone on the sword, very bright, and then... reflected that person's face..."

He is the one wielding the sword.

“... ...Uh!” Hawthorne had just fallen asleep again, but woke up in an instant, his face filled with terror and his whole body trembling.

"Sang Hua? Sang Hua!" Xie Lin had crossed the line. He turned over to comfort the frightened Sang Hua.

Hawthorne was so frightened she couldn't speak. Her wide eyes, filled with a deep gray and terror, seemed to see something she had just witnessed. "...blood, blood!"

The beam of light shone on the sword, reflecting a person's face, and then suddenly, a splatter of blood sprayed onto that face.

It was as ferocious as a vengeful ghost.

"It's alright!" Xie Lin pulled her small body into his arms, trying to comfort her, gently patting her shoulder. "Sang Hua, don't be afraid... It's alright! What's past is past..."

Hawthorne curled himself into a ball, trembling violently.

She desperately tried to forget that face...

But that face became clearer and clearer, more and more profound, in the depths of her memory!

It's getting more and more ferocious!

Help... Help! "Help me... Help me..."

The little one in my arms let out a desperate cry for help, so faint that it was almost inaudible.

Xie Lin was taken aback and hugged her even tighter. "I'm here, I'm here... Sang Hua."