Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

The princess laughed out loud with satisfaction, pulled off the large dragon robe that did not belong to her, hugged Jun Xiyang and kissed him on the lips.

There are large flakes of snow outside the window, dancing with the cold winter wind.

Inside the window, candlelight flickers and human figures blend together.

This night seemed very long, so long that the princess thought it would never end.

When she was in a state of confusion and passion, and the sharp knife pierced her heart, she knew that the night was finally over.

But she still greedily hugged his neck, hooked her legs around his waist, let the blood in her heart pour out, stared at his eyes infatuatedly, and chuckled: "Ayang, you liar."

Jun Xiyang leaned over and rested his head on her shoulder, his voice clear and low: "Princess, I didn't lie to you, I love you."

The princess giggled, pulled out the sharp knife from her heart, and threw it on the ground.

Blood gushed out, but she seemed to feel no pain. She reached out and touched the large and small whip marks on Jun Xiyang's body, and whispered: "Ayang, I'm sorry!"

She slowly closed her eyes, as if she was falling asleep.

Jun Xiyang held her in his arms and gently stroked her cheek which was gradually becoming cold.

At dawn, the snow stopped!

The gates of the Xishang Palace were opened wide to welcome His Majesty Dong Zhou into the imperial city.

Xishang was incorporated into the territory of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and Beiyan and Nansheng also wrote letters to express their willingness to submit to the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

At this point, the world is unified!

Jun Xiyang was named King of Zhenxi.

Jun Zeyuan gave him Xishang and hurried back to Dongzhou.

Because his queen is about to give birth.

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A sword was hanging on Sheng Jiuyue's neck. If he moved a little further, blood would be seen.

"Ayue, where is she?"

Sheng Jiuyue raised her eyes, met Jun Xiyang's charming face, and said with a smile: "Princess Xishang is already dead, so she will naturally be thrown into a mass grave."

Jun Xiyang retracted his sword and walked out.

Today he was wearing a light blue gown, a black cloak, a white jade belt around his waist, and a slender figure. He was holding an oil umbrella and walking step by step towards the mass grave in the suburbs.

"Jun Xiyang, she tortured you for more than ten years. This is what she deserves."

Sheng Jiuyue followed behind him, the heavy snow turning her hair white.

But Jun Xiyang in front seemed not to hear and continued walking forward.

"Jun Xiyang, are you in love with her? Are you really in love with her?"

Sheng Jiuyue questioned loudly.

At this point, she had to admit that Jun Xiyang's heart did not belong to her.

She had already arrived at Xishang with a small group of Longteng soldiers.

The princess's secret guards had already been killed by the Longteng Army.

But Jun Xiyang did not allow her to kill the eldest princess.

He said he would kill her himself.

Sheng Jiuyue agreed.

She never thought that Jun Xiyang would fall in love with the eldest princess.

She knew clearly that she liked him.

He also responded and said he would go find her.

Jun Xiyang slowly turned around, looked at Sheng Jiuyue who was covered in white snow, and said, "Yes, I fell in love with her!"

He admitted it so straightforwardly, not caring at all that she was standing in the snow and cold with her fingers trembling.

He took a few steps forward, placed his umbrella under hers, brushed off the snow on her head, and looked at her.

"Ayue, forget me, go back to Nansheng and be your princess. My heart is sick. I know it's impossible but I can't control my heart.

So stay away from me, lest my illness spread to you."

She held his hand tightly, tears in her eyes: "Ayang, even if you love her, she is already dead and there is no way she can come back to life.

She is a perverted woman, a heinous person, can you please forget about her?"

Jun Xiyang pulled back his hand and took a few steps back, his voice still clear and smooth: "Ah Yue, she is a very smart woman, do you think she doesn't know that I saved you?

Do you think she doesn't know that I came to see you in the middle of the night?

Do you think she doesn't know that I stole her private seal and stamped the document to let you leave Xishang?"

Jun Xiyang lowered his eyelids: "She knows everything. All she wants is for me to be obediently by her side and act the way she likes. She didn't kill me, and she didn't kill me either."

Sheng Jiuyue was stunned.

"Ayue, even though the princess is guilty of heinous crimes, I love her and I cannot let her die in the wilderness."

After saying this, Jun Xiyang turned and left, and what was reflected in Sheng Jiuyue's eyes were his footprints of different sizes.

She bit her lip, feeling unwilling, and trotted after him.

In the mass grave, corpses were everywhere, and Jun Xiyang searched for more than two hours before he found the body of the eldest princess.

He carried her out from the pile of corpses, carefully held her in his arms, and after sitting for a while, he stood up and carried her back.

Sheng Jiuyue tried hard to suppress the bitterness in her heart.

That's how he pulled her out of the mass grave.

Jun Xiyang, it doesn’t matter who you love!

I just need to know that I love you.

She held the umbrella in her hand and followed him back to the Xishang Palace.

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The Saint Maiden Temple is located at the highest point of Qianqing Mountain, which is the place with the most spiritual energy.

No one knows what is inside the Saint's Hall, because it has never been opened.

No one can open it.

But at the moment when the Saint Maiden successfully survived the catastrophe, the Saint Maiden Hall of Qianqing Mountain opened.

A colorful red glow rose from the sky, and the warm glow surrounded the entire Saint Maiden Hall.

All the people of Qianqing raised their heads and looked at the Saint's Hall, which had opened its door. They knew that the Saint had returned after her tribulation.

Outside the Saint's Hall is a large lotus pond with white lotus flowers blooming in it and a few colorful butterflies flying above.

In the palace, birds chirped and flowers bloomed, white gauze curtains hung down to the ground, and pearl curtains shone with a faint light.

Yang Susu was lying on the bed, with her eyes closed, sleeping soundly.

She didn't know how long she had been unconscious. In her confusion, she felt her soul being reborn and annihilated again and again!

"what--"

Suddenly, she sat up abruptly, and the sweat on her head dripped down her cheeks like rain.

She is even more beautiful after surviving the ordeal!

She was so beautiful that one dared not look up at her.

"Where's my little log?"

She was panicking, covering her chest with both hands, and was so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe.

A pair of hands held her and said happily: "Junior sister, you are finally awake!"

"Just wake up, just wake up"

Hua Yulou smiled gently, and it was obvious that he was very excited.

Yang Susu looked around for a while before she realized she was in the Saint's Palace.

No one knows what the Saint's Palace looks like, and no one can enter, but Yang Susu, the Saint, is indeed an exception.

The door to the Saint's Hall was not open, so she sneaked in by climbing over the wall several times.

So, she is also familiar with this place.

She turned her head and looked at Hua Yulou: "Is the gate of the Saint Maiden Palace open?"