Princess Xiangrui in Huanzhu

She opened her eyes wide and stared at her father in front of her, as if she wanted to convey all her anger and dissatisfaction to him through her eyes.

However, Mo Xinqiang didn't care about it. In his eyes, it was just a matter of picking up his old business again, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He didn't seem to care about his daughter's worries.

Mo Ying felt weak all over, as if all her strength had been drained away. She had been trying to get the village back on track, putting in countless efforts and sweat, but now it was like a beautiful dream shattered in an instant, and everything was back to square one.

Mo Ying was exhausted. In her eyes, she had exhausted all her efforts and racked her brains, but the people in the village remained unmoved and had no reaction to her hard work.

"Hmph! Dad, just wait and see! This cancer will cause a big mess sooner or later!" Mo Ying angrily said this harshly, turned around and left angrily. However, Mo Xinqiang still turned a deaf ear to his daughter's warning and didn't take it to heart at all.

Mo Ying was furious and ran straight to her room without looking back. She didn't even have the mood to greet her stubborn father.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for making a fool of myself. Ying'er is becoming more and more willful and reckless now." Mo Xinqiang has always been very concerned about his reputation. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but look embarrassed and hurriedly apologized to Fang Zheng.

"Haha, big brother, you're too polite. The eldest lady is also of her true nature. Besides, she is wholeheartedly doing this for our village." Fang Zheng was open-minded and generous. He comforted her with a kind smile on his face.

Mo Xinqiang heard this and gave a helpless smile. He thought to himself: Yes, who told me to dote on this precious daughter so much? Although he might complain a few words on weekdays, he felt the pain in his heart.

As for other people who dared to say something bad about his daughter, he would never let it go. Thinking of this, Mo Xinqiang's originally tense expression finally eased a little.

Mo Ying's face was as gloomy as water, and he exuded uncontrollable anger. He walked into his room with heavy and hurried steps.

The maid Xiaolan who followed behind him was confused, her eyes fixed on Mo Ying, as if she was trying to decipher some clues from her angry expression.

On weekdays, Mo Ying is always calm and composed, and rarely gets so emotional and dramatic.

At this moment, she was like a volcano about to erupt, which made Xiaolan feel worried and confused.

"Miss, why are you so angry? Haven't we always relied on this to survive in the world? It has always been like this." Xiaolan asked softly.

There was some confusion and helplessness in her voice. After all, her parents were both members of the village and had been deeply influenced by this concept since childhood. They had long been accustomed to this kind of behavior and did not think there was anything wrong with it.

Although the village now has a legitimate source of livelihood under Mo Ying's leadership, the bandit spirit hidden deep in their bones still follows them like a shadow.

Mo Ying slowly sat down on the chair, looking extremely exhausted as if all the strength in her body had been drained.

She lowered her head slightly, her eyes were empty and lifeless, and an indescribable feeling of tiredness and helplessness surged in her heart.

At this moment, she deeply felt the endless desolation of being the only one awake while everyone else was intoxicated.

The whole story can be traced back to a strange dream.

She fell into a long and repetitive dream, day after day, year after year, and she was immersed in it every night and couldn't extricate herself.

This dream lasted for a full ten years, as if there was no end. However, just when she turned fifteen, this lingering nightmare suddenly came to an end.

But at the same time, more terrifying events are quietly unfolding.

In her dream, she transformed into a young girl in her twenties, living in an isolated village that was exactly the same as her residence in real life.

On that day, the sky was covered by rolling yellow sand, and thick black clouds hung low like ink, making people feel breathless.

Suddenly, a group of vicious soldiers rushed into the village like a tide. In an instant, wailing and screaming echoed through the sky, and the whole village instantly became a bloody battlefield.

She watched in horror as her uncles, aunts, and relatives, who were so kind and familiar to her, were brutally killed by the blades, and her beloved father was captured alive and tortured inhumanely.

These horrific scenes were like a living nightmare, and this nightmare actually accompanied her for ten whole years!

During these ten years, as she grew older and more mature, the sorrow and fear in her heart also deepened.

It was because the dream was so real that she firmly believed it was not an illusion but a real fact. This feeling was like a heavy rock pressing on her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Time flies, and finally it came to the year when she was fifteen years old...

On a sunny but mysterious day when Mo Ying was fifteen, Mo Xinqiang brought back a boy of her age. When Mo Ying saw the boy for the first time, she felt strange.

The boy was covered in dust and stains, as if he had just experienced a difficult journey.

His eyes, which should have been clear and bright, now revealed a hint of fear, making him look like a frightened deer, which made people feel pity.

However, for Mo Ying, this feeling was more than just sympathy. The moment her eyes met that boy's, a strong chill surged into her heart like a tide, as if her entire body was thrown into an icy glacier. The chill rising from the soles of her feet quickly spread throughout her body, causing her to tremble involuntarily.

The reason is simple, simply because the person in front of him is not someone he has never met before.

To be exact, she had met him in a dream. In that dream, the boy played the role of a traitor, who abandoned his own village, not only attracted a large number of officers and soldiers, but also showed a smug smile on the battlefield full of corpses and horrible sight.

And it was that smile that was deeply imprinted in Mo Ying's memory and became her indelible nightmare.