The eldest sister was reborn and the younger sister traveled through time. I just want to survive.

In the compartment, Dongyu handed over the spare clothes she brought from Yan's house and went out.

Yan Muyun looked at the little maid, "You should go out too! I don't like being served, I'd rather do it myself."

The little maid looked up in surprise, tears welling up in her big eyes, "Miss Third, are you still blaming me?"

Yan Muyun couldn't stand seeing people cry. "Okay, okay, okay, if you want to stay, then stay! Hurry up and wipe away your tears. If people see you, they'll think I'm bullying you!"

After dinner, they chatted for a while and then Yan Muxi and the other person said goodbye again.

Princess Rong did not try to persuade them to stay and ordered her personal maid to escort them out of the house personally.

At that time, in the Bamboo Forest Pavilion not far from Zhuxiang Hall.

The usually lazy Prince Rong sat upright at the desk, staring at the little maid standing in front of him without blinking, afraid of missing a single word.

"Reporting to the prince, Miss Yan has not changed her underwear. I only saw a limited part of her body. Miss Yan has no special birthmarks, only a red cinnabar mole on the left arm."

In an instant, Prince Rong's eyes turned red and his whole body was shaking slightly. He wanted to speak but couldn't, and it took him a long time to find his voice.

"You can see the shape and size of the red mole clearly."

The maid recalled carefully, "Miss Third Yan raised her arm for only a moment, and I didn't have time to take a closer look. The red mole didn't seem to have any special shape, about the size of a soybean, and the color was like amber, and it was very conspicuous on the white skin..."

The position, color, and shape are all correct, only the size is different. It should be the size of a grain of rice, but a cinnabar mole should grow with age...

Prince Rong raised his head and tried hard to suppress the tears that were about to well up in his eyes.

Yes, that's right, it's her, it must be her!

She's still alive, she's still alive and well!

But should I go meet her? How should I meet her? What identity should I use to meet her?

The little maid was still waiting to be questioned when she suddenly felt a chill.

She closed her eyes subconsciously, and when she opened them again, she saw a shadow passing by.

Also witnessing the afterimage was Prince Rong's personal attendant Jixiang. By the time Jixiang reacted, his master had already run out of the yard.

He hurriedly followed behind, "My Lord, my prince! Please run slower. I will be very sad if you get sick from exhaustion!"

Yu Wantai could not hear the shouts, endless greetings, or the whistling wind behind him. He had only one thought in his mind: he must take a look.

For seven years, he had suffered for thousands of days and nights, and finally he could see it again!

To leave the palace from the inner courtyard, one has to walk along a long corridor that passes through dozens of courtyards.

He ran all the way to the small garden at the junction of the inner and outer courtyards, and saw through the window the two sedan chairs disappearing at the end of the corridor.

He jumped off the window sill and continued running towards the next courtyard, all the way to the screen wall of the outer courtyard, where he finally caught up with the sedan chair that was about to leave the mansion.

Two figures, one in blue and one in pink, got down from the sedan chair. When I saw that touch of light pink, my tears could no longer be controlled and fell silently.

His Yinyin is really still alive, alive with arms and legs...

At the beginning of the year, he and a group of young masters met Yan Muyun, the third daughter of the Yan family, at the Lantern Festival.

When he saw that face, he was completely stunned. He couldn't believe that there was someone in the world who looked so much like Yinyin.

But no matter how similar they are, they are only similar in appearance. After all, Yinyin is long gone.

However, even if they look similar, he will protect them and not allow others to harm people who look like Yinyin.

When other young men tried to tease Yan Muyun, he threatened that she was protecting her and anyone who dared to think about Yan Muyun would be against him.

When they met again, he always felt that the familiar atmosphere that was deep in his bones had returned, and Yinyin seemed to be right beside him.

In order to confirm his guess and to make himself give up, he asked his mother to invite Miss Yan to the palace.

While waiting, he kept convincing himself that the entire forest had been reduced to ashes and there was no way a nine-year-old girl could escape.

So even if Yan Muyun is not Yinyin, he can't let down the defense he has built up with great difficulty. He still has to live well in the future, not only for himself, but also for his mother.

I never expected that Yan Muyun had the same mark as Yinyin. Yan Muyun is Yinyin.

His Yin Yin is still alive and well in this world, how great, how great!

Yan Muxi and others bid farewell to the housekeeper of Zhuxiang Garden and headed towards the gate of the palace.

Ever since leaving the inner courtyard, Yan Muxi felt his scalp tingling and uncomfortable, as if someone was staring at him.

The palace was not a place where one could do whatever one wanted, so she resisted the urge to lift the curtain to take a look. When she stepped out of the door, she couldn't help but glance behind her.

The sunlight shines on the snow on the eaves, which is a little dazzling.

Under the halo, she seemed to see a flash of red shadow, but it also seemed as if she saw nothing.

Prince Rong leaned against the screen wall, laughing wantonly!

Not only his five senses were moving, but every organ in his body, big and small, was filled with joy.

Ever since he returned home seven years ago, his father told him that he should not be willful and if he wanted to live, he had to live the way he wanted.

Make friends with people you hate extremely, kill people you don't want to kill, pretend to be happy when you're unhappy, and move your facial features to smile even if you can't laugh.

As time went by, he forgot what a genuine smile looked like, and how happy it looked.

It would be great if I could smile like this in the future.

After stepping out of the palace gate, Yan Muyun asked Yan Muxi, "What were you looking at just now?"

Yan Muxi adjusted the jewelry on her head and said, "Nothing's wrong. I just felt my head suddenly felt lighter. I checked to see if there was any jewelry missing."

After confirming that the people in the palace couldn't see her, Yan Muyun rolled her eyes and said, "Do you know why you are so short?"

Yan Muxi knew that she would not hear any good words, so she snorted and ignored her.

How could Yan Mujun be happy when she was halfway through her words? She continued, "It would be strange if you could grow taller if you carry a heavy object on your head every day!"

Yan Muxi smacked her lips but didn't refute.

She is half a head shorter than Yan Muqing, who is the same age as her. Now even Yan Muyun, who is one year younger than her, is much taller than her. It is possible that she is short because she is oppressed.

No, I have to ask Qiuzhu to replace all her head ornaments with hollow ones. She should be able to grow taller at her age.

At the gate of Yan Mansion, the carriage happened to meet the carriage of Su Mansion.

Dong Yu gossiped quietly, "Why did the matchmaker hired by the Su family only come this afternoon? This time the marriage between the eldest lady and Mr. Huachang should be finalized!"

"Who knows? Just wait. We'll have definite news by the end of 3 p.m. at the latest." Yan Muxi held Yin Xia's arm and jumped off the carriage.

The marriage between Yan and Su seemed to be a perfect match, but in Yan Muxi's opinion, it was very uncertain.

It is extremely difficult to make a marriage, but it is easy to regret it.

As expected, after some polite words, the atmosphere in the main hall of the main courtyard fell into an eerie silence.

Mrs. Su never expected that something unexpected would happen to the marriage that seemed almost certain to happen. The horoscopes of her daughter and nephew were incompatible, making them unsuitable for a marriage.

The one who came to speak up was Xue's cousin, Xu. She said with regret, "The Su Mansion got the news the day before yesterday, but the old lady and my niece refused to give up and sent someone to Xiangguo Temple with the engagement letter. Alas! Master Yuankong also said that there is no solution. If Qingjie and Changge are forced to get married, one of them will be injured at best or die at worst."

Su felt very uncomfortable, but she forced a smile and said, "Aunt, please tell mother and sister-in-law that even if the two children are not destined to be husband and wife, they are still good cousins. Tell them to relax and not worry about Qing'er and me."