After being reborn, I went on a killing spree in the imperial court.

After they left in a hurry, Jinzhu rushed into the hall anxiously.

Cao Yuan fell to the ground in a disheveled state, her once neat and beautiful clothes now in disarray. Her once bright and captivating eyes had lost their luster, becoming empty and lifeless, like a piece of shattered jade, evoking feelings of pity and regret.

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness! How are you? What did His Majesty do to you?" Jinzhu asked with a worried expression.

When Cao Yuan saw Jinzhu, her nose stung with tears, and all her grievances and tears welled up inside her. She hugged Jinzhu tightly, tears falling helplessly. "Jinzhu... I... I want to go home! I'm scared, I don't want to serve you in bed."

“Your Highness…” Jinzhu gently patted her back.

"I thought I could overcome all of this, but when I actually saw him getting close to me, I just couldn't accept it! I want to go back to the border, I miss my grandfather, sob..."

"Your Highness..." Jinzhu cried out in distress upon hearing Cao Yuan's sobs, but all she could do was stay by Cao Yuan's side and couldn't offer any help.

Chu Yan stood outside the palace gate for a long time without going in. Hearing Cao Yuan's crying, he felt heartbroken, but he thought that she probably didn't want him to see her vulnerable side at this moment, so he could only stay outside the gate and wait.

Jinzhu placed the calming spices into the incense burner, and the rising wisps of smoke, carrying a faint fragrance, gradually spread.

After a while, the tranquil and soothing atmosphere seemed to take effect, and the person on the bed finally closed their eyes and drifted off to sleep.

In her sleep, Cao Yuan seemed to be in a fog, and a blurry black shadow appeared before her eyes.

She instinctively reached out to touch the dark figure, but she could never reach it.

She murmured to herself, "Chu Yan... I miss home... Please take me home..." Her voice grew softer and softer, filled with helplessness and longing.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down Cao Yuan's tightly closed eyes, one drop after another, silently falling onto the cool jade pillow beneath her. A pair of warm hands wiped away the tear stains on her face.

the next day.

Xiao Shengxi sent someone over.

"Princess, we have been sent to fetch you to the Cold Palace to visit Princess Zhaoyang."

"The Cold Palace? How could my imperial sister be in the Cold Palace!" Cao Yuan exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes! Please come with us."

Cao Yuan and Jin Zhu entered the Cold Palace. The courtyard inside was spotless and not as desolate as they had imagined. In fact, it was better than the Cold Palace in Wei.

As the two walked inside, a noisy commotion arose. Not far away, a young eunuch carried a woman in white out of the hall.

From afar, the woman's simple yet elegant attire made her stand out even more. A long white dress hugged her slender figure, the hem fluttering gently in the wind, making her appear as graceful and ethereal as a fairy descending to earth.

The woman on his back cried out, "Go home! I want to go home!"

"go home!"

"Princess, we'll be home soon." The little eunuch carried her around the courtyard.

The little eunuch's smile froze when he saw Cao Yuan and the other unfamiliar faces.

"Everyone is..."

Cao Yuan walked up to them, and the little eunuch put Zhao Yang on the ground.

Cao Yuan's gaze fell upon the woman before her. The woman was tall and slender, graceful as a willow branch swaying in the wind. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, styled into a simple bun, devoid of elaborate ornaments, yet still exuding a unique charm. This very attire gave her an indescribable air of aloofness.

Cao Chun was the third princess of Wei. She was proficient in all six arts and eight arts and studied with the princes from a young age. Even Grand Tutor Li often praised her learning. She could have served the country in the Wei court, but a war sent her to marry a foreign ruler.

The last time I met Cao Chun was when my elder brother was still alive. As a child, I often went to Cao Chun's palace, and Cao Chun would always make delicious peony cakes to treat us.

They also made a promise to make peony cakes with Cao Chun next time and to visit his palace. But fate played a cruel trick; Cao Chun went on a political marriage, her elder brother died, and she was sent to the border.

Recalling the past, Cao Yuan's eyes welled up with tears. She reached out and touched Zhao Yang's cheek, but couldn't utter a single word.

"Which palace do you belong to? What brings you to the Cold Palace?" The eunuch guarded Cao Chun behind her, assuming they were here to cause trouble again.

Jinzhu stepped forward to explain, "Father-in-law, this is Princess Huayang, sent by the State of Wei for a marriage alliance."

“Princess of Wei! You are a princess! A princess of Wei, that is, that is Princess Zhaoyang’s sister, please… please forgive this servant for being blind.” The little eunuch bowed.

"Do you still recognize me?" Cao Yuan turned to look at Cao Chun.

Zhao Yang's flustered gaze fell on her for a moment, then she quickly hid behind the eunuch, clutching his clothes.

"Go home! Go home!" he kept shouting.

"I am Huayang! I am Yuan'er! Do you still remember Yuan'er?"

Zhao Yang shook her head and hid behind the eunuch.

“Princess Huayang, Princess Zhaoyang has been mentally ill for many years! She no longer remembers people.”

"Your Majesty, we haven't let her go home yet. All she remembers now is going home. You can come and talk to her more often!"

Cao Yuan pulled Zhao Yang in front of her and gripped her arm tightly. "Royal sister, do you really not remember me? Royal sister, I am Yuan'er!"

"When I was a child, I often went to your palace and always stole your peony cakes. We studied together since we were little, and the Grand Tutor always hit my palms, but you always pleaded for me."

"Royal sister, you have no recollection of me at all."

"Go home! Go home!" Cao Chun couldn't understand what she was saying. He grabbed the little eunuch's arm, tears welling up in his eyes. "Waaah... You're so mean! I want to go home."

"Why, why would she do this!"

The young eunuch hesitated, "Hmm... that's hard to say."

"I want the truth. Tell me what really happened."

“Princess Huayang, I really can’t say this. His Majesty has explicitly forbidden anyone in the palace from discussing Princess Zhaoyang’s affairs. The first group of people who knew about it had their tongues cut out.”

"How long has she been like this?"

"It's been five years! I fell ill ever since I was sent to the cold palace, and I've been all alone by my side."

Five years! He didn't even send a single letter to the State of Wei.

"Why, why must my beloved elder sister suffer like this? Even if she came here for a political marriage, it should be for the sake of peace between the two countries."

"Why didn't they treat his madness or send him back to his country!" Cao Yuan clenched her fists, her heart filled with anger. Coupled with the mockery they had shown her when she first arrived, Cao Chun must have suffered a lot of injustice here.

"Even the imperial physicians said they couldn't cure it!"

Cao Yuan gritted her teeth, "I'm going to find His Majesty right now!"