After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

Pei Guichen stared at Yan Haixi grimly, and suddenly, his expression was filled with disdain and mockery.

"What does Lord Yan Hai mean by this?"

"I heard that Her Royal Highness the Princess has been found."

As soon as these words came out, A Bao's heart beat faster, but Yan Haixi actually rubbed her right wrist heavily.

The fingertips covered with thin calluses bring gentle warmth.

And an ink chess piece slipped from his wrist and stuck to her wrist.

It silently reminded her of the promise they had made to each other - to form an alliance through chess and never betray each other.

Yan Haixi said in a deep voice, hinting, "I got the news before I entered the mountain. King Feng Ran has found the princess's whereabouts."

A story that gave Pei Guichen an illusion.

In order to avoid being ambushed again by the Sixth Prince's group in the imperial capital, King Feng Ran deliberately spread the news of the princess' disappearance.

In fact, King Feng Ran is now secretly taking the princess back to the palace.

After saying that, Yan Haixi inconspicuously glanced at the delicate right wrist covered by the snow-white fox fur again.

He is helping her to cover up her identity. Will she understand?

Pei Guichen stared at the white Tang Luo gown beside him, which was covered by his fox fur coat.

After a long silence, the young man in white robes seemed to be thinking: "I thought Lord Yan Hai had already learned from that person in the palace that the ambush in Jiangnan was done by the Yuan family."

As soon as these words came out, A Bao felt Yan Haixi, who was holding her right wrist, tremble slightly.

After a long period of silence, he let go of her hand.

The next moment, she was dragged by Pei Guichen and turned around to continue walking up the stairs.

The quiet flowerbed in the courtyard suddenly resumed its rhythm of dancing, music, laughter and noise.

The moment the door of the warm room closed again, A Bao lifted up his fox fur and turned around to look at Yan Haixi at the end of the stairs.

The black-robed man's eyebrows were gloomy, as if covered with frost, and full of coldness.

Suddenly, his Adam's apple rolled, and it was obvious that he wanted to say something.

But the door of the pavilion had already closed with a swish.

"Everyone, step back." Pei Guichen said in a cold tone.

A Bao came back to his senses in shock. When he raised his eyes, he saw Pei Guichen suddenly turned around and approached with a cold face.

Sure enough, Pei Guichen didn’t die so easily.

But since he was able to save Pei Guichen from the knife she had aimed at his heart, it seemed that Yuan Chenji was indeed in Jiangnan.

Instantly, she lowered her head, pretending to shiver, and avoided his probing gaze.

But in the dead silence of the warm room, Pei Guichen still approached step by step, and Han Lin asked: "Do you know who I am?"

"...You." A Bao controlled his tone and answered timidly: "Aunt Zi said that you are the eldest son."

Unexpectedly, Pei Guichen laughed coldly, "Young Master?"

The young man in white robes asked in a mocking tone, "So what kind of young master do you know?"

A Bao quietly clenched his fists, suppressed his anger, and murmured softly: "Do you want to hear the truth?"

Before she finished her words, Pei Guichen suddenly forced A Bao into a corner with no way to retreat, forcing her back against the cold bamboo door of the warm room. Pei Guichen pinched her chin, forcing her to look up and only look at him.

Suddenly, she saw...sadness in Pei Guichen's eyes?

In a trance, Pei Guichen stroked Abao's cheek thoughtfully, "Ah, Awen... don't lie to me."

Hearing this, Abao's mind was in a tizzy.

As Awen, this was her first time entering the mass grave and naturally it was her first time meeting this Young Master Pei.

And all the knowledge about him naturally comes from everyone I met after entering the mass grave, such as Aunt Zi.

But precisely because of this, if she said a wrong word.

Once Pei Guichen asks Aunt Zi for confirmation, she will be exposed.

Taking a deep breath secretly, A Bao answered seriously: "Aunt Zi is a good person. She once reminded me that the eldest master's moods are unpredictable and he has many strange ways of killing people when he is angry. She told me to be careful if I see the eldest master."

As soon as these words were spoken, the warm room suddenly became silent.

But Pei Guichen felt as if he was severely whipped by A Bao. For a moment, pain flashed across his cold eyes.

These eyes were so clear that every time they looked at him, they could reflect his distorted and hideous true face.

A humble origin, a blood debt...

After his face remained frozen for a long while, he lowered his eyes to hide a trace of self-mockery that only he knew, and laughed coldly, "Indeed, it is the truth."

A Bao was secretly alert, but Pei Guichen suddenly leaned over to her ear, speaking hoarsely, and the hot breath he exhaled fanned her neck.

"Awen, I started killing people when I was nine years old."

"Over the years, many people have died in my hands."

After the wound in my heart slowly healed, the new flesh that grew out continued to itch.

Just like every time he saw her, he was always enveloped by a dense and long-lasting pain, unable to escape.

Bright and clear? Clear and smooth like jade? Gentle and kind?

Pei Guichen is like a saint?

Those are not him.

But now, he could finally end the pain of wearing a mask and pretending to be Pei Guichen in front of her.

"So, you stay here." Pei Guichen raised his hand carefully and held A Bao in his arms. "See with your own eyes how cruel and violent I am, and how I kill people without blinking an eye."

He could finally be himself in front of her.

There was warmth in Pei Guichen's arms, just like that of an ordinary living person.

But Abao, who was forced to lean on his chest, still felt the chill penetrate his bones.

At the same time, in the northwest of Wancheng, on the top of an unnamed mountain.

General Zhang, who was rescued by Abao, received a secret letter a few days ago and rushed all the way from Qingzhou.

At this moment, he said fiercely: "Your Majesty! The Shenwu Camp has assembled! Please give the order!"

But after waiting for a long time, he only got a question in return: "General Zhang, do you know what the White Dragon Vein is?"

"I am a rough man and don't understand." General Zhang simply shook his head and stared at the sharp and sturdy figure in black robe standing in front of the cliff.

The words of life and death engraved on the hilt of the sword, like its owner, are cold and chilling.

Further away are the mountain thorn trees, whose flowers flutter like falling snow.