When the prince is reborn, he will only hit me if he doesn't hit the wall!

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night in Longxiao Palace.

Above the brightly lit hall, the new emperor Qin Zhaolie, wearing a golden crown and dragon robe, lazily leaned on the dragon throne. At this moment, he looked down at Qin Yuechuan who had come in exhausted, and said to him sarcastically:

"Brother, I hope you are okay. You are really fast because of that woman. Look, I am afraid you haven't slept for several days and nights."

As he spoke, he leisurely walked down the steps of the dragon throne and stood in front of him with an arrogant look.

"My father always says that I can't compare to you. I can't compare to you in martial arts, strategy, or vision. I'm far behind you in everything. But, I still have to take this position!"

Qin Zhaolie was truly a villain who had achieved success, just like a proud fighting cock, complacently showing off the fruits of his victory.

Qin Yuechuan didn't even bother to look at him. He just looked straight ahead with a serious expression, without answering, waiting for his next words.

Sure enough, facing his attitude, Qin Zhaolie was upset and said, "Even though I am not as good as you in every way, I am a hundred times better than you in one aspect! That is - I have no weaknesses!

Look, just for a woman, our invincible and resourceful Prince Rong came here alone to die, one life for another...

The kind of woman who is impossible to seduce will not even blink an eye even if you pour all your hot blood on her.

I'm afraid you're the only idiot who's willing to come here and sacrifice his life for her even after all this.

Don't you know who poisoned you? Have you forgotten who ruined your dark spots? Who ruined your years of hard work? I'm afraid she never let you touch her finger!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

You are really a romantic, you are really promising, Qin Yuechuan!"

Hearing this, Qin Yuechuan still had no expression on his face, his eyes were calm, his eyes were like the abyss, but his fists in his sleeves were clenched and made a "clicking" sound, veins bulged, and he only asked: "Where is she? I want to see her and make sure she is safe."

Hearing this, Qin Zhaolie lost interest in teasing him and clapped his hands loudly: "Bring him up."

He then paced back to sit on the dragon chair, propped up his chin with one hand, and prepared to watch the play with relish. Behind the carved gilded screen in the main hall, Xu Baiyu's face was grim, his handkerchief had been torn into pieces by his long nails, and the red lip balm on his lips had been worn away by his teeth, but he was still listening to every word and action of the man in the hall.

Not long after, Xu Mingxi was thrown to Qin Yuechuan's feet by two eunuchs. Perhaps because he was exhausted or ashamed to face him, he did not look up at him for a long time.

Qin Yuechuan leaned over and half-knelt in front of her. He took off his cloak and draped it over her thin and frail body. He gently stroked her messy hair and instructed calmly:

"After you get out, go to the palace to find Qingming. He will arrange a place for you. From now on, you don't have to try to avoid me anymore. Xi'er, you are free."

Xu Mingxi was filled with pain, tears welled up in her eyes, she just grasped Qin Yuechuan's sleeves tightly, kept shaking her head, and wanted to say something but couldn't utter a word, so she could only make a "woohoo" begging sound. At this moment, her heart was like a knife, regret, unwillingness, shame, sadness, and anger filled her whole body. She looked up at the person sitting on the dragon throne above, full of hatred.

Qin Yuechuan stood up, stood in front of her, and shouted to Qin Zhaolie:

"Let her go. I'll be at your disposal."

His voice was so calm from beginning to end, as if it was no different from usual. Now he was here, just paying an ordinary visit to the new emperor.

After struggling in vain and screaming silently, Xu Mingxi was dragged out of the hall again by the eunuchs. The last thing he saw was Qin Yuechuan's increasingly blurry back and the slowly closing hall door.

During this time, he never turned around or looked at her, even once.

*

In late winter, heavy snow fell on a hillside outside Kyoto.

In front of a small grave, stood two slender figures, they were Xiao Chan and her master, Xu Xinyue.

A cup of sake slowly poured in front of the tombstone, leaving a light trace of snow:

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Prince Rong, I'm sorry to have you stay in this desolate mountain. However, this place is quiet and few people come here. You can rest in peace now..."

She gently buried a pill in the soil with her own hands, muttering:

"It was made for you, but now that you've left, it's of no use to me.

May you get what you want in your next life."

"Miss, it's getting late. Your feet shouldn't be exposed to the cold for too long. Let's go."

"Well, let's go."

"Miss, what are we going to do in the future? Even our shop has been confiscated. How are we going to make a living?"

"It doesn't matter. At worst, I can just start over."

Anyway, the person who had supported her beliefs for a long time and made her want to follow in his footsteps forever has disappeared forever.

The master and servant limped away, holding each other's arms. The sound of their conversation gradually faded away and disappeared in the heavy snow.

*

"Master! Master! We can't stay here for long. Wake up!"

A familiar burning pain spread throughout my body, as if I was gradually waking up from a long nightmare. I could vaguely hear Qingyang's voice...wait!

Qingyang?!

Didn't he die from a poisoned arrow while rescuing the "kidnapped" Xu Mingxi? ! How could it be!

Qin Yuechuan forced himself to open his eyes, and saw Qingyang's anxious look: "Master, I will lead them away, you and Qingfeng go to find Miss Xu!" After that, Qingyang helped him up and looked around, "Where's Qingfeng?"

Regardless of his physical discomfort, Qin Yuechuan grabbed Qingyang's arm and asked anxiously: "What year, month and day is it now!"

"Master? You?!"

"Get back to me quickly!"

"It is now the seventh day of the eighth month of the eighth year of the Xuan calendar. Master! What's wrong with you?!"

Qin Yuechuan's mind raced as he stared at his hands and came to an incredible conclusion.

He is reborn!

Reborn five years ago, Xu Mingxi was "kidnapped" and he led people to search for him. On this day, Qingyang tried to divert the pursuit and was outnumbered.

Died by an arrow!

"Master, I can't wait any longer. I'll go and lead them away first. You..."

"Qingyang! Get down the mountain!"

"Yes, I will immediately... Wait? What did you say!?" Qingyang's mind obviously did not turn around, and he looked at Qin Yuechuan with a solemn expression in surprise:

"Master, you..." Are you crazy?

Why are you going down the mountain?! Miss Xu is in danger! Although he dislikes this willful and reckless Miss Xu, if she hadn't insisted on going her own way and ignoring advice to come to this shabby temple on the top of the mountain to burn incense, how could she have been captured, and how could the master have risked his life to come and rescue her!

She is a person that the master cares about. If anything happens to her, the master will probably not let it go.

"I said, go down the mountain, she will be fine."

Oh, how could it be that there was something wrong? Qin Zhaolie used her as bait to lure him in and wait for him to come. If he left, this matter would fail, and the plan would not be completed. Qin Zhaolie would never let Xu Mingxi suffer any harm.

Seeing Qingyang still hesitated, Qin Yuechuan's aura was cold and fierce, and he ordered in a stern voice: "Go find Qingfeng, gather the troops and return home quickly!" Qingyang's expression returned to seriousness, clasped his fists and accepted the order: "Yes!"

After Qingyang left, Qin Yuechuan turned around and walked quickly down the mountain.

It was midsummer, the sun was blazing in the sky, and the cicadas were chirping.

Although there were swaying shadows of trees in the forest, it was still difficult to dispel the summer heat. He stretched out his hand under the golden mottled sunlight, truly feeling the scorching heat, and his thoughts returned to that "dream" again.

He was clearly already dead, yet Qin Zhaolie had inflicted many tortures on him, including cutting the tendons of his hands and feet, gouging out his flesh, and rubbing his bones... the sharp and piercing taunts and insults are still ringing in our ears, and he finally succumbed to a glass of poisoned wine given to him by Concubine Xu.

But his spirit seemed to have never dissipated, but there was no tombstone or grave, and no one knew where his soul had gone. After an unknown amount of time, it seemed that a girl had buried his bones in a mass grave and built a small grave for him, so that his soul could have a place to go. I could faintly hear her mumbling in front of his grave...

She said may he rest in peace and may he get what he wanted in the next life.

Ha, you got what you wanted... Qin Yuechuan thought of something, smiled self-deprecatingly, and continued on his way.

When I return home, I will definitely find the girl who buried his body. Such a kind person deserves to be rewarded handsomely.

As I was thinking, I suddenly heard a rustling sound from the bushes in front of me.

"Could it be that they have still chased us here?"

Qin Yuechuan was on guard all over, his hand unconsciously pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he walked slowly forward.