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The night had already turned cold, but Feng Xiwu's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

She could not remember how many times she had dreamt of such a scene. There were corpses lying on the ground, their faces full of grief. The tip of the sword was swung recklessly, and dark red blood flowed along the edge of the sword.

The long sword in front of her was slowly lifted by two hands, the distant azure sky had already been dyed with the fiery red of the setting sun, the reflected sunlight stung her eyes, the descending sword had cut off the last string in her mind.

Feng Xiwu woke up from her stupor and sat up.

The only memory in her mind was the afterimage of the sword that was about to land on her body. It seemed to be a nightmare for her entire life.

"Xi Wu, you had a nightmare again?" Hearing the commotion, Feng Yingchan pushed open the door. Her weather-beaten face was filled with worry.

The person in the bed quickly got up, lifted the light purple veil, and revealed a beautiful face with beads of sweat on her forehead.

Feng Xiwu was still immersed in endless fear. She caressed her chest, her blurry eyes gradually becoming clearer as she nodded at Feng Chaoying.

Feng Chaoying sighed, and signaled servant girl to pour Feng Xiwu some water.

Warmth from the fragrant tea streaked across her throat and her abdomen also felt a warmth, the panic in her heart also lessened by a bit. Only now did Feng Xiwu realize that her back was already drenched in sweat and the sticky feeling made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"Father, daughter is fine." Feng Xiwu spoke with a hoarse voice, making the words that he originally wanted to console him become powerless.

"Are you alright? As a father, how could I not know?"

After hearing this, Feng Xiwu lowered her head and did not speak any further. She did not know how to console her, so the entire room became quiet for a moment.

"I'll get the servants to pour some hot water. The Fourth Prince will be here tomorrow. I need to rest early."

Hearing this name, Feng Xiwu suddenly raised her head. Before she could say anything, she saw that the door to the room had been closed by her father.

One month ago, the emperor suddenly ordered for her to marry the Fourth Prince's Prince Jing. She had heard of his name before.

However, she knew nothing about this prince, so she had to entrust her entire life to him tomorrow …

Perhaps it was because of the influence of the dream that Feng Xiwu was lying under the soft blanket, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

"Miss, did you rest?" Her personal servant girl Zi Lan gently pushed open the door, and seeing that Feng Xiwu was still awake, she walked over to the bedside and sat down.

"Please don't sleep yet, Miss! This servant has heard of an incredible matter! "

Feng Xiwu smiled as she looked at her, then leaned against the headboard of the bed. Do you want to report about the Prince Jing to your young miss again? "

Zi Lan was her personal servant, a few years older than her. Ever since she could remember, she had followed by her side and taken care of her. Upon hearing that she was going to marry someone, she was even more anxious than Feng Xiwu herself.

Zi Lan walked along the two arms on the bed and leaned her head against the bed, looking at his young miss. The young miss seemed to be looking more and more beautiful, not knowing whether the man who praised her so much would treat her well or not.

Thinking about this, Zi Lan couldn't help but poke at Feng Xiwu's fair cheeks.

"Your servant just remembers how cute you were when you were young." Unlike now, she didn't even smile, instead remaining cold all day long. Sometimes, when she saw the coldness between her eyebrows, she felt a bit of heartache.

Zi Lan did not speak out the rest of her words. What happened that year was a taboo in the manor and was also a thorn in the Young Miss's heart.

Feng Xiwu slapped away her restless claws, "Am I spoiling you too much? It's getting more and more presumptuous. "

"Miss, I heard that the Fourth Marquis doesn't like women. He's already over twenty years old this year, but he doesn't even have a single concubine. Everyone says …"

"Shh!" Feng Xiwu covered her extremely bland mouth, "You must not talk about this in the future. Be careful of the walls with ears."

The fact that there were spies in the General's Mansion was something she had just discovered. Zi Lan's words were not meant for anyone, but if someone who wanted to cause a ruckus were to hear it, the consequences would be dire.

Seeing Feng Xiwu's expression, Zi Lan cautiously nodded. The two of them sat facing each other and did not speak for a long time.

Feng Xiwu breathed softly, and only after the shadow outside the room had gradually moved farther and farther away did she heave a sigh of relief.

"Black Wolf, go find out who it is, don't alert the enemy."

Feng Xiwu stood up and instructed her subordinates to be free to go to the General's Mansion and avoid the patrolling soldiers and Dark Guard.

Zi Lan followed her and stood up, helping her tidy up her clothes, with a look of wanting to say something but not stopping.

Feng Xiwu didn't sense that something was wrong with her and she only reminded her worriedly, "Zi Lan, the General's Mansion has not been peaceful recently, you should be careful when taking food in the future."

Zi Lan bit her lips and nodded.

"Go back to your room and sleep. With those servant girl s, it'll be enough to keep watch." Feng Xiwu smiled at her and then walked towards the wall painting.

Zi Lan looked at her back, seemed to want to say something, but eventually turned and left.

She had originally wanted to tell the young mistress that the Fourth Prince was rumoured to be ruthless to his enemies without batting an eye. However, under such circumstances, she could only find another opportunity.

Feng Xiwu stared at the painting, and the girl in the painting stood under the tree in a light purple dress, her black hair was tied up by a simple jade hairpin, her eyes had a smile, a pair of willow shaped phoenix eyes was imposing, and it was completely different from the gentle Qi that was being emitted from her body.

Feng Xiwu looked at the person in the painting, who looked no different from him, and was unable to recover from his shock for a long time.

She knew the purpose for which the Emperor bestowed the marriage, and she also understood her father's helplessness. This was something that she was born with, this was her mission.

Even so, she was still unwilling in her heart. If not for her father needing her protection, she would have left a long time ago.

Moreover, her mother had used her own life in exchange for this life of hers. For the sake of the hundreds of names she carried on her body, she could not choose to flee!

Feng Xiwu laid back onto the soft bed, and during her half sleep, she seemed to have returned to the night a few years ago when the fire soared to the sky.

As a young girl, she did not know what had happened. She could only remember how she had been smothered by the smoke, how the air in her abdomen had become thinner and thinner, and how she had been thrown out by her mother.

The flames in the palace were growing stronger and stronger. Feng Xiwu only remembered that at the last moment, his mother and she looked at each other through the window. The leaping flames illuminated half of her mother's face, cold and resolute.