The sister who traveled through time wants to dominate the other world and become the empress!

Zhu Yu saw Xu An staring at him closely with a burning gaze. The bad talk coming from outside the hall made his face feel a little hot. After all, no woman had ever sat in the hall and looked at him like this before.

"Can you elaborate?"

Xu An longed for the truth. She really wanted to know if there was another reason why she was so similar to Xu An in this world. She speculated that the system did it on purpose to create an identity for herself and kill the original owner.

"That day, there was a strong wind and dark clouds all over the sky. I was on the branch of a locust tree and saw two people on the top of the snow, one black and one white. They were small in white clothes. They must be the woman you mentioned."

"Yes, what happened next? Where did the woman in white go? Did she fall down?"

Getting closer to the truth, Xu An only hoped that the original owner was still alive. Even if she had to lose her identity as the daughter of the Marquis's Mansion, she did not want to take over someone else's life. Besides, it did not belong to her in the first place. She better keep her feet on the ground.

"Later, she didn't fall down. She just disappeared out of thin air. I didn't see anyone falling down. The man in black probably thought she fell down, so he followed her down."

After Xu An heard this, her mind was in a knot. She couldn't figure out where the original owner had gone, and why he disappeared on his own? "Then how did you see me fall into the water?"

Ze'an also recalled the scene over and over again. Although he once hated his sister, he never really wanted to hurt her.

"You fell in the center of the forbidden area, at the magic circle. At that time, I also mistakenly thought you were a thief, but the magic circle did not activate. It was not until your servants came and found you that I knew you were the famous Miss Xu."

Xu An could tell that the name Wanqian had another meaning, so he cleared his throat and said, "Ahem, Zhu Yu, I don't have any spiritual roots, but neither do our servants. Why doesn't the magic circle attack me, but attacks the servants instead?"

As a time-traveling female protagonist, Xu An’s brain is still able to work. If normal logic doesn’t make sense, she’ll think of anti-logic.

Zhu Yu frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and his slender white fingers curled up slightly, and he asked doubtfully: "Maybe it has something to do with your blood?"

"Can her blood really repair the ice crystals? How can you be sure that it's not a coincidence? The magic circle doesn't hurt her, so how can you be sure it's not because she fell from the sky?"

Ze'an found it ridiculous when he thought that Xu An's blood could repair the ice crystals. It was stupid to conclude that Xu An could help him just because the ice did not melt.

Xu An put his hands on his face and asked worriedly, "Zhu Yu, what Ze An said makes sense. You know I don't have any spiritual roots. What if my blood is just a coincidence?"

Zhu Yu smiled with the corner of his mouth raised slightly, "You two, do you think our sect is very casual?"

He stroked the rim of the blue-white glazed teacup and said, "Miss Xu, have you ever thought that the power you exuded during the battle in the forbidden land that day was proof of that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Since ancient times, how many people have been able to bring the dead back to life and purify all things? Have you ever thought that your identity is special?"

After Zhu Yu said this, Ze'an remembered that the scroll given to him by Master Qing had written about the magic spell for the birth of all things.

Xu Anke never thought that she was a time traveler. How could a modern orphan in the 21st century have any special identity? She didn’t even have a decent system. She came to this world purely because of the persecution of three scumbag men and women.

"Zhu Yu, I am just a daughter of a noble family who has no spiritual roots and needs your guidance."

"Ms. Xu, the woman in white is the real Miss Xu."

Zhu Yu took a sip of tea, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, but his expression was extremely gentle, which made Xu An feel a chill on his back.

"Why... do you say that?"