An Wenxi's clothes were tattered and bloodstained, like a blooming red poppy.
"In the future, you are not allowed to wear red, only white! Don't forget, An Molin had only passed the seventh day!”
Ha…only white!
Every time she closed her eyes, she would fall into a pool of red. Every time she was in despair, she wanted to die. She watched helplessly as her flesh and blood peeled off her body bit by bit. Blood flowed all over the ground, dyeing her eyes red. In the end, the fierce-looking man stabbed the knife into her heart, but that person did not come. Why would the boss ruin the plan for her?
Perhaps the boss had deliberately sacrificed her. After all, she was not a valuable chess piece to the boss! She did not dare to think about it.
This dream was torturing her again! She grabbed at it uneasily, and the chains on her wrists rattled.
Suddenly, a warm embrace wrapped around her. The familiar smell made her feel very at ease.
Every time she was trapped in a nightmare, there would always be a pair of hands holding her hand, gradually calming her fear. Who was this person?
Her back felt cool. So he was applying medicine for her!
Was she seeing things? She actually saw a gentleness that had not appeared in Beigong Zhe's eyes for a long time.
This scene seemed to be a lifetime ago!
Beigong Zhe released her very quickly, and his beautiful face returned to its usual cold expression.
She looked at him coldly,"What is the Emperor doing?"”
Wound her with a whip first, then come over in the middle of the night to apply medicine for her. Don't you find it ironic?
"Do you know about the thousand-year dragon soul?"
"Thousand-year dragon soul, living, dead, human flesh, and white bones?”An Wenxi was shocked. Wasn't that something that was said in the legends? It was said that it had the effect of bringing the dead back to life.
"That's the sacred item of the Palace of Summer. When An Molin conquered the Palace of Summer, it's impossible that he didn't know the whereabouts of the thousand-year-old Dragon Soul. Do you know where An Molin hid the thousand-year-old Dragon Soul?”Beigong Zhe spoke to An Wenxi in a rare, unenthusiastic manner.
An Wenxi shook her head." If Father had the thousand-year dragon soul, he would have used it to resurrect Mother long ago.”The corners of her mouth were filled with bitterness.
Empress Yu had died from dystocia back then, one corpse and two lives!
Beigong Zhe stopped in his tracks. Perhaps An Molin really did not know the whereabouts of the thousand-year Dragon Soul.
An Wenxi's ankle-length black hair was gently draped behind her head, making her look even more petite. Under the faint moonlight, her face was particularly pale, and her big almond-shaped eyes were filled with coldness.
An Wenxi looked very unfamiliar like this. He liked to see her bright smile. Perhaps, she would never smile at him again.
Beigong Zhe placed his right hand on his chest. His heart suddenly felt a sharp pain.
"After I returned to Beixiang half a year ago, were you in the An Palace?”
Why did Beigong Zhe ask her this question? An Wenxi was stunned and said,""Not here."
She then said,"You know, half a year ago, on the 60th birthday of the West Chu Emperor Wen, Brother Sheng and I went to the West Chu to congratulate him."”
"I'm going back to China with Brother Sheng."
"You're lying!" Beigong Zhe said angrily," You're with Chu Junjing.”
"Yes, Seventh Prince sent me and Brother Sheng back to the country.”
"Did you pass by the Seven Li Bridge?”Beigong Zhe's voice was trembling. He was a little afraid.#
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