Hey, you are reborn too?

"Avi," he said in a low voice, a trace of sorrow flashing in his eyes, "Have you heard of it, Holy Son?"

Xie Yongwei's pupils shrank, and the impression of the Son of God from her previous life came to her mind.

Their most well-known feature is their light-colored eyes.

Something in her heart slowly emerged, and Xie Yongwei curled up a smile. So that's how it is. Apart from Beili who is still lingering on, Jiang Mian is most likely the last Holy Son in the world.

According to the order of succession of Beili, the Holy Son obviously comes before the prince. Moreover, Xie Yongwei clenched her fists. If she remembered correctly, in the previous life, the Beili royal family seemed to be cursed, and all the princes died at around the age of fifteen.

None were spared.

And now, it seems that there is only one seedling left.

Xie Yongwei stopped breathing for a moment. No wonder the Beili royal family would go to great lengths to make trouble with Dayuan around the fifteenth birthday of the only remaining prince, and insisted on marrying the prince to a Dayuan princess.

Could it be that they heard some rumor that marrying a princess from the Great Abyss could break the curse?

I should still ask the Jianghu know-it-all when I have time, Xie Yongwei thought. Her intuition told her that this past event in Beili must be extremely important.

She breathed a sigh of relief, or rather, it was more important for her to understand that person.

"Honorable brother," Xie Yongwei's eyes sparkled, "I'm very happy that you can tell me this important information."

Venerable Longyin blinked twice, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

He felt that Avi seemed to understand, but he was not sure whether Avi really understood what he meant. After hesitating for a long time, he finally spoke carefully.

"In short, the Seventh Prince is one of the existing Holy Sons, and his mother, Concubine Chen, is a Holy Maiden who once held power in Beili," Venerable Longyin paused, his voice a little hoarse, "Now, Beili still has a lot of power from the Holy Maiden, so it is not surprising that the Seventh Prince can take over the throne of Beili."

Xie Yongwei's eyes widened slightly.

It was not the first day that she knew that Concubine Chen was the Holy Maiden of Beili, but it was the first time she learned that Concubine Chen had such a prominent status in Beili.

There are so many residual forces that can even shake the current royal family of Beili, thus allowing her own children to ascend the throne of Beili.

Somehow, an intuition told Xie Yongwei that something was wrong.

She considered and said, "Venerable brother, what do you mean by the Holy Son you mentioned just now? Could it be that Beili's Holy Son bloodline is weak now?"

Venerable Longyin looked at her deeply.

Somehow, Xie Yongwei tasted a sense of inexplicable sarcasm and helplessness in it.

"Beili's 'the blood of the Holy Son is rare' is a nice way of saying it."

Half of his face was illuminated by the fire, but the other side was hidden in darkness, as if foreshadowing that he was a man who was in the sun but was deeply trapped in the quagmire.

Xie Yongwei was so shocked by her own thoughts that her whole body trembled.

Why did she subconsciously think that the Venerable had a unique, extremely dark side that he had never shown to her?

After the hair-standing-on-the-head feeling passed, Xie Yongwei took two deep breaths and spoke gently, "What do you mean, Your Excellency?"

The man stared quietly into the void, as if he was sighing, yet a bit of arrogance was inadvertently revealed in his expression.

"Because in today's Beili, apart from the emperor who is still lingering on, there is no other saint son or saint daughter."

Xie Yongwei took a deep breath, feeling inexplicably shocked.

The bloodline of the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter is clearly passed down from generation to generation. Logically speaking, if Beili is the real Holy Son today, then one of his children should be a Holy Son or a Holy Daughter.

Unless, Xie Yongwei thought of the rumor.

The descendants of the current royal family of Beili are not recognized by the true God of Beili, and cannot inherit the throne. They are ominous people.

The origin of the rumor is no longer traceable. But about a dozen years ago, after the birth of the last newborn in the Beili royal family, Princess Thyme, the rumor spread like a plague.

The reason is simple. Beili currently has three sons and one daughter, but these four, without exception, are just ordinary princes and princesses. They do not have the pair of light-colored eyes that can captivate people as rumored.

Rumors were just rumors after all, and they had only been circulating for a short time, so the Beili royal family did not take them seriously at first.

But for some unknown reason, the princes of Beili seemed to be cursed. They always suffered accidents on their fifteenth birthday and died young.

Now there is only one prince and princess left in Beili, neither of them is a saint son or saint daughter, and the prince is about to turn fifteen.

It is conceivable how much pressure the Beili royal family is under now.

If the only remaining prince cannot successfully pass the age of fifteen, it will be difficult for a princess who is not a saint to ensure that the throne of Beili does not fall into the hands of others when surrounded by wolves.

Xie Yongwei understood.

It is such a coincidence that Jiang Mian, a prince with foreign blood, is actually a genuine Holy Son.

If the last prince of Beili dies, and the current prince of Beili also dies, Jiang Mian will undoubtedly become the biggest threat to the princess' smooth succession to the throne.

Or perhaps it could be said that the princess had absolutely no power to compete with him.

As soon as those two pass away one after another, Jiang Mian, the seventh prince of Dayuan, will be the most powerful competitor for the throne of Beili.

"Awei?" A voice came with the coolness of the evening breeze, "It's getting late, should we rest or continue on our way?"

Xie Yongwei turned her head to look at him and found that he had tilted his head slightly like her, with his entire face against the light, and a layer of shadow was inexplicably cast on it.

It is as if this person is wandering between light and darkness. When he is happy, he can save people from fire and drowning; when he is angry, he can cause them to bleed and drift.

If Venerable Longyin had asked this question before, Xie Yongwei would have chosen to move forward without hesitation, but now, she felt a little hesitant for the first time.

The Medical Immortal Valley would be reached in less than five days. Then, the time she spent with the person in front of her would also be less than five days.

Subconsciously, the nail of her left thumb pressed the callus on her middle finger. Xie Yongwei blinked a few times and sighed, "Will it be too much trouble for you to continue moving forward?"

"No." He answered quickly.

Xie Yongwei felt inexplicably annoyed.

Wouldn't it be a good thing to arrive at the Medical Valley as soon as possible and to comprehend the solutions to various poisons and witchcrafts in the world as soon as possible? Isn't this what I have been looking forward to for a long time?

Why did you hesitate when the opportunity was right in front of you?

Xie Yongwei pressed the thin calluses on her fingertips with greater force, and the familiar dull pain came, and her anxiety was relieved a little.

"Departure."

She turned around, her three thousand jet-black hair dancing in the wind, reflected in the reluctant eyes of the person behind her.

A horse-drawn carriage split the night, and two lanterns in front of the carriage swayed continuously as the carriage moved forward, gently and firmly, adding light to the background of the night.

Inside the carriage, there was a small light.

Xie Yongwei was reading by lamplight at night. At this moment, Venerable Longyin was taking a nap beside her. She pressed the calluses on her hands hard several times before turning her attention back to the book.

It was very quiet in the carriage, with only the traces of the wind as the background, and the occasional friction sound of turning pages.

It was nightfall and everything was quiet.

Xie Yongwei's eyes were bright, and in the dancing flames, her eyes suddenly paused.