Princess Xiangrui in Huanzhu

After having this dream, Mo Ying didn't care too much about it. After all, at that time she had no impression of this person she had never met before.

But now, this boy actually appeared in front of her so realistically, as if it was destined.

This sudden coincidence made Mo Ying begin to doubt whether the dream she had had some deep meaning. Perhaps it was not an ordinary dream at all, but a warning signal given to her by God?

If the previous dreams only brought her some troubles and uneasiness, then at this moment, the appearance of this man undoubtedly brought her great fear. Faced with such an unknown number that might change the direction of her fate, Mo Ying felt unprecedented helplessness and confusion...

Today, the big man led his minions to the village at the foot of the mountain to plunder. This scene was exactly the same as what she saw in her dream! And this was the reason why her family was destroyed and her whole family was wiped out!

The face that was blurry in the dream before, now became as clear as the sky after the clouds have parted, but it made Mo Ying very worried.

Because things were already set in stone, she was powerless to change anything.

Time flies, and three years have passed. Since then, she has never stepped into that strange dream again.

However, some details in the dream have gradually become blurred with the passage of time. Even though she tried her best to remember it, it seemed as if there was a mysterious giant hand in the dark, ruthlessly erasing those memories deep in her mind.

Even so, she still clearly remembered that the brutal massacre of an entire family was caused by that big man!

In this situation, how could Mo Ying not be worried and furious?

However, the people around her didn't take it seriously and just thought she was just whining and making a fuss out of nothing.

"If I say that this person's actions will bring a devastating disaster to our entire village, would you believe me?" Mo Ying blurted out the earth-shattering words, his eyes as sharp as torches, fixed closely on Xiaolan in front of him.

She didn't even want to mention the man's name. In her heart, he had long been dead, but she just hadn't executed him yet. But she would definitely find a chance to get rid of this scourge.

Just like that boy.

That's right, she is definitely not the kind of soft-hearted and indecisive person. She will never sit idly by and wait for things that are happening and can be avoided.

Thinking back to that time, when she was only fifteen years old, she realized that the boy in front of her was actually the hateful traitor, a raging rage suddenly burned in her heart.

So, she did not hesitate to use all the tricks she had, including crying and making a fuss, in order to kick him out of the house.

At first, Mo Xinqiang was quite dissatisfied with this. After all, he had already made up his mind to take in this boy and planned to cultivate him carefully, hoping that one day this boy would become Mo Ying's ideal husband and then take charge of this mountain village.

However, faced with Mo Ying's firm stance and even her threat of a hunger strike, Mo Xinqiang was ultimately unable to persuade his beloved daughter. He had no choice but to nod and agree to send the boy away.

From that time on, no matter what the boy's fate was, whether he lived or died, it had nothing to do with her. In fact, she didn't kill him at the beginning, which was already a trace of compassion.

"Ah? Miss, are you..." Xiaolan looked surprised and hesitated to speak.

Seeing this, Mo Ying rolled her eyes at her, thinking to herself: As expected, no one will believe what I say. She was exhausted from struggling alone until now.

But even so, she would never give up easily, because there were still hundreds of innocent people in the entire village. How could she bear to sit back and watch them being killed and blood flowing like a river?

Mo Ying was extremely anxious at the moment, like an ant trapped on a hot pot, turning around and around, her heart full of anxiety and helplessness.

However, what made her feel extremely frustrated was that her teammates not only failed to give her effective support, but each of them was like an extremely stupid pig teammate, constantly holding her back and causing trouble.

With the few memories he had left, Mo Ying knew that it would not be long before the imperial army would surge in. Although if that hateful traitor had not tipped off the enemy, it might have delayed the time it took for the imperial court to find them, but this was obviously not a long-term solution, and it could not fundamentally solve the current predicament.

"Now that things have come to this, instead of just sitting there and waiting to die, we might as well take the initiative and attack!" Mo Ying clenched his fists tightly, stood up abruptly, his eyes flashing with determination and courage.

Xiaolan, who was standing by, looked at Mo Ying who suddenly became extremely excited and felt a little confused. She had no idea what she wanted to do. However, after so many years of getting along with her, Xiaolan knew very well that Mo Ying always had sharp insight and decisive decision-making ability. Every decision she made was often a wise move after careful consideration. Therefore, Xiaolan did not ask too many questions or interfere, but chose to trust Mo Ying's judgment.

Mo Ying couldn't hold back her inner impulse, so she ran forward without saying anything, and in a blink of an eye she was in front of Mo Xinqiang. At this moment, Mo Xinqiang was staring at Mo Ying, who was full of anxiety, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Dad! Please give me fifty... No, a hundred people!" Mo Ying shouted breathlessly, his tone sounding particularly urgent.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Mo Xinqiang frowned, feeling puzzled by his daughter's sudden request.

"Dad, I'm saving lives!" Mo Ying raised her voice and explained excitedly.

"Whose life are you saving? Speak clearly!" Mo Xin shouted in a voice as loud as a bell. He was confused by Mo Ying and became more and more anxious.

"Dad, when I was five years old, I had a very strange and scary dream for ten years..." Mo Ying bit her lip tightly, looking at Mo Xinqiang with flickering eyes. At the same time, she carefully paid attention to every subtle change on her father's face, secretly praying in her heart that he could believe everything she said.

Mo Xinqiang's originally calm expression gradually became solemn as Mo Ying spoke. His brows were tightly furrowed, as if he felt an invisible pressure weighing heavily on his heart.

After Mo Ying finished speaking, Mo Xinqiang stood up without saying a word and walked hurriedly to the door. He looked around cautiously, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual around him, he slowly closed the door and gently locked it.

Returning to his seat, Mo Xinqiang took a deep breath, stared at Mo Ying seriously and said, "Child, you must not tell anyone else what I said today."