Spring, 17th year of Yongyuan in Dayu.
The capital's Cloud City's Shen family, the Natural Residence.
Feng Xi's soul was still floating in the air, unable to come back to her senses. She stared blankly at the girl on the bed in this antique room.
She had an oval-shaped face and thin eyebrows, but her face was sallow, her eyes were sunken, and her dry, dark yellow hair was scattered on the pillow. The arm that was exposed outside the brocade quilt was as dry as a withered branch, and the slender fingers were almost only left with a piece of flesh sticking to the bones.
The girl was about 14 or 15 years old, but she was already half a step into the depths of hell. Outside the courtyard, the little maids were chatting and laughing, as if they had no idea that the young lady in the room was about to die.
The girl lying on the bed was panting heavily, like a broken bellow. At this moment, her eyes suddenly lit up, and then the brightness disappeared in an instant. Before she closed her eyes, the corners of her lips were smiling. She was looking in the direction of Feng Xi accurately.
At that moment, before Feng Xi could even react, she felt as if she was being pulled over by a strong force. The world spun, her ears were ringing, and her eyes were blurry. She felt as if she had been thrown into a washing machine. That feeling was even worse than when she was training in the special training camp.
It was as if there were millions of white dots in the vortex that filled her mind all of a sudden. The memories of the original Shen Yueli were like rewinding a movie. Countless scenes flashed past her mind at a rapid speed and were forcefully stuffed into her remaining soul brain. That kind of pain felt like it was about to explode, and Feng Xi immediately fainted from the pain.
Her mother who died early, her cold father, her ruthless stepmother, and her sweet and bitter half-siblings. A month ago, the current Emperor had bestowed a marriage between Shen Yueli and Gu Qingcang, the heir of Prince Zhongxin's Residence. She did not expect that this marriage would become a death wish for her. The half-sister, Shen Yun Jin, was in love with Gu Qing Cang. In order to win this marriage, she did not hesitate to poison her sister.
When she opened her eyes again and woke up, Feng Xi suddenly realized a terrifying fact. She had become Shen Yueli who was lying on the bed. He raised his hand with all his might and looked at the skinny arm that was only left with a layer of skin. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
As the number one killer on the 23rd century's wanted list, he was skilled in both medicine and poison. He did not dare to say that he was resurrected, but at least he had never felt so weak before. After accepting an assassination mission, he did not expect to step into the trap of his peers. He lost his life in a ditch, but he inexplicably transmigrated to this time and space and witnessed the last moment of a girl's death. Then, when he opened his eyes, she became her.
Although the heavens had played a joke on her and allowed her to live again, she was still unwilling to give up such an opportunity.
She struggled to get up and wanted to drink some water. Unexpectedly, this body was more fragile than she thought. She rolled down from the couch and her arm was cut by the hollowed-out yellow rosewood table. Blood flowed down her arm. She lay on the ground and helplessly raised her arm. The bright red blood dripped onto her chest.
Without water, drinking his own blood was good.
Just as she raised her arm strenuously to find joy in the midst of pain, she felt a burning sensation in her chest. The heat went straight to her heart, and her head hurt. Her vision went black, and her soul seemed to have been pulled away. It was as if it was being squeezed and sent to a certain place.#
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