C2

It was night.

As the saying goes, the fire of July is now in July. It was so hot that people were afraid of it. The people outside the window could still hear it. The night wind blew through the window and into the room.

"Miss, what's wrong?" Ting Zhu shouted as she forcefully pushed Shen Kouqing, who was in the midst of a nightmare. After seeing her struggling a few times, she suddenly opened his eyes.

"Have you been possessed by a Nightmare?" Seeing that she had woken up, Ting Zhu immediately poured her a cup of tea and passed it to her.

Shen Kouqing stood up, breathing heavily without stopping, after taking a sip of water, she finally realised what was happening, and looked at Ting Zhu in disbelief, and was completely stunned.

"What's wrong?" Ting Zhu stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Shen Kouqing's eyes.

Shen Kouqing stared fixedly at Ting Zhu, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

Ting Zhu was the child of her wet nurse, and had grown up with her. Marquis of Wuling's Mansion only had one young miss, and Ting Zhu was like her own little sister.

But not long after Song Yuanhui ascended the throne, he was sent into a cold palace. Ting Zhu, who had a gentle personality, knelt in front of the palace and questioned the ruler of the country while Ting Zhu was cut into pieces in front of him!

Ting Zhu's bloodied look was still fresh in her mind, but now that she saw that incomparably familiar face once again, Shen Kouqing immediately felt her nose sour, and tears started to uncontrollably roll down his face.

But how could this be? He was obviously dead, and Ting Zhu was also dead. Shen Kouqing's eyes moved around, sizing up the surroundings once, this was exactly the room he was in before he got married!

She suddenly had a thought that she could not believe.

"Ting Zhu, what day is tomorrow?"

Ting Zhu didn't think too much into it, and said: "It's going to rain tomorrow."

"Which year's Gu Yu?"

Ting Zhu frowned, the question was a little strange, but since the young miss had asked, she honestly replied: "Emperor Jia Yuan has been asking for forty-seven years."

Jia Yuan was the year title of Song Yuanhui's royal father, and Jia Yuan was forty-seven years old, which just so happened to be ten years ago. At that time, Shen Kouqing was only sixteen years old, so she had yet to get to know Song Yuanhui.

After staring blankly for a long while, Shen Kouqing finally understood the truth. She had returned to ten years ago, back to before everything had happened! At this time, the Marquis of Wuling's Mansion was still here, and she was still a little girl waiting for words.

Everything had returned to its original point. She had been reborn!

All sorts of feelings were mixed inside, all of this was unbelievable, but Shen Kouqing was surprisingly calm.

She casually placed the teacup on the wooden table beside the bed, looked at Ting Zhu and said: "You can go down first, I want to calm down for a bit."

Ting Zhu was a little worried, she blessed her body and said: "Ting Zhu is standing guard outside the door.

After saying that, he turned around and left, closing the door behind him.

Shen Kouqing slowly stood up and walked to the copper mirror and sat down, and looked at herself in the mirror.

The girl in the bronze mirror was still in her prime. Her fox eyes were exceptionally alluring, as beautiful as the spring wind of March.

Shen Kouqing couldn't help but reach out to touch her face. She felt like she was in a dream, but she couldn't tell if it was reality or a dream.

A faint rustling sound suddenly came from behind him. Shen Kouqing very keenly turned around, and immediately captured the source of the sound.

She carefully walked towards the back of the bed, and after a moment of hesitation, she suddenly pulled open the curtains of the bed, probably because of the dim candlelight, Shen Kouqing only saw a black shadow, and then a strong stench of blood!

She had fought in the battlefield with her father and brother. She was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood. She hurriedly brought a lamp over and saw that the black shadow was actually a person.

He must have been severely injured, and at this moment, he was unconscious.

Perhaps it was out of the intentions of a doctor, Shen Kouqing expended a lot of effort to drag the black-clothed man onto his bed, and then took out a cloth to stop the bleeding.

It was clear that he was a teenager. His face was covered by a black cloth, and one could only see his facial features. His eyes were closed, and he was frowning from the pain, but he still gritted his teeth and remained silent.

sucked in a cold breath. Someone who could maintain such a state was definitely not an ordinary person.

She looked at his face, which was still beautiful even though it was tightly creased. She reached out and pulled off the black cloth covering his face, and what entered her eyes was an extremely handsome face. Although it was white without a single trace of blood, its facial features were still breathtaking.

For a moment, Shen Kouqing felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but she couldn't recall who it was. At this moment, she suddenly saw the half revealed jade pendant on the youth's waist.

The jade pendant was of the highest quality, the best in both color and texture. It was obviously made by the royal family. She pinched the pendant out and saw an exquisite design carved on it. She could vaguely make out the word 'Chen'.

The son of the royal family, Chen …

A name suddenly flashed through Shen Kouqing's mind — — Song Yichen, the current Emperor's Heart's eldest grandson. Then, she shook his head, wasn't Song Yichen at Pill King Valley taking care of his body? Why would it appear in the capital?

Just as she was suspecting, Shen Kouqing's wrist was suddenly grabbed, she instinctively looked towards the owner of the hand, and coincidentally, the youth was looking at her, her eyes full of vigilance.

"Why are you looking at me like that? It was you who broke into my room. I did not get someone to throw you out and even stop the bleeding, but you still want to repay the kindness with hatred? "

When the youth heard this, he lowered his eyes to look at the wound on his chest. Indeed, it had already been wrapped by the white cloth.

He raised his eyes again, staring at the jade pendant that Shen Kouqing took from her body, and was not willing to look away.

"Give it back to me …" Shen Kouqing almost gave it back to him out of the blue. Just as the jade pendant was about to return to him, Shen Kouqing suddenly retracted it.

"I can give it back to you, but you have to answer a question for me."

The youth's eyes turned cold, and the wariness that had finally disappeared returned to his eyes. "What do you want to ask?"

"You are Song Yichen?"

He did not say anything, but the vigilance in his eyes slowly turned into killing intent. Shen Kouqing had accompanied his father and brother on their campaign, how could he not see this layer of killing intent?

However, she only smiled and said, "Why are you so nervous? This jade pendant looks like it belongs to the imperial family and has the word 'Chen' carved on it. It's not difficult to guess your identity."