C2

The Empire of Donghua had been established for more than a hundred years, dedicated to nurturing the lives of the people. The new Son of Heaven had been on the throne for three years, and he had worked diligently throughout the country.

Niu Zhuang, within the Empire of Donghua, in an unremarkable, poor village, almost all of its households were thatched huts. There were a few large, green brick huts, appearing especially out of the blue.

This village was even poorer than the last one. It was located between several large mountains, and there was only a muddy path that led to a small town in the distance.

Right now, Qi Mu was sitting on the bed in the most remote and dilapidated thatched cottage. The scene before her eyes caused her to wake up with a splitting headache. Her face was blank while her eyes showed a rare look of confusion.

She remembered as if she were dead, and the sound of the plane exploding, and the screams and cries of those so-called noble people had woken her from her sleep, and she remembered more deeply the proximity of death and the pain of physical injury.

Where is she now? Where is this? What was going on? Was she dead or alive? Qi Mu's face was expressionless. His eyes were deep and probing, but there was also a trace of unease.

Unfathomable scenes kept appearing in her mind. She had never experienced them before, but it was as if she had experienced them personally. Her emotions were all real.

She clenched her fists, breathing a little harder.

After sitting for a while, Qi Mu finally moved. His head was still aching, but it was much better than when he woke up.

As his mind gradually cleared up, Qi Mu looked around to observe his surroundings.

Based on her many years of habit, under such strange circumstances, if Qi Mu didn't make things clear, she wouldn't act rashly and give others information.

This was a somewhat dilapidated wooden house. However, it was kept fairly clean, which showed the temperament of its owner.

In addition to the large bed that Qi Mu was sitting on, there was a slightly smaller bed to the left. Qi Mu estimated that the large bed could accommodate three adults and the small bed could accommodate two adults.

On a triangular wooden shelf was an ancient, wide-mouthed wooden basin. Several towels were draped over the wooden basin, each strip of which was of an unknown color. Next to him was a three-level cabinet that held bottles and jars.

There was also a table. One of its legs was supported by a flat stone and two wooden boxes were placed side by side.

He lifted the thin and worn out quilt and got off his bed. He walked straight out and the door opened with a creak.

The sunlight followed after Qi Mu's movements, slowly shining onto her face and body. The warm feeling slightly comforted her, making her feel uneasy.

Outside the house, Qi Mu found a water jar and picked up a wooden spoon hanging on the side of the water jar. She scooped up a spoonful of water and looked at the reflection in the water.

It was a face she had never seen before.

What about her face? Who is this?

Qi Mu's heart became increasingly anxious and restless.

After a while, she lowered her head, cleared her emotions, and raised her head again, staring straight at the sun in the sky. The sun was still as before, hot, hot, and full of life, causing her eyes to hurt, and her pupils to constrict, causing her to squint slightly.

There was light, and it would hurt. This was the feeling of life!

Her face had changed, but she could still think and move.

Wasn't this — she was still alive.

Although it was, in another way, it was — well, it was good.

There were a lot of things she hadn't done yet.

And that person, she hadn't met him yet …

However, it was possible that he would never be able to see her again … This was a distance that was separated by thousands of years.

In the end, she still failed him. The person that she had never met before, the person that she did not know of, the person that made her yearn for him.

If he knew that she borrowed a person's body and her soul was reborn, he would probably be happy for her, right?

He would say, 'I'm right behind you, Qimu, wherever you are.

Hadn't he always done that?

At that moment, a wave of extremely tenacious life force suddenly erupted from Qi Mo's thin and small body. Her eyes were firm, containing a bit of disbelief, extreme joy, and a flash of longing.

Qi Mu lowered his head and a pretty face appeared in the water. The water rippled slightly and one could vaguely see the childishness and yellow skinny figure on his face.

This was a small face that had yet to grow.

Qi Mu was very satisfied with her pretty and delicate face. She smiled at the reflection, and the other girls in the water also smiled. The beautiful curve of her lips was pleasing to the eyes.

The current her was beautiful like the moon and flowers, beautiful like jade, and had an extremely developed body. She was like a beautiful woman, and when Gu Panpan looked back, she attracted the attention of countless men.

At this moment, her small face could not be considered beautiful. Compared to the current her, it was like mud in the clouds. However, when Qi Mu looked at her, she did not feel awkward at all.

As Qi Mu pondered, a somewhat anxious and caring voice sounded. It was a woman's voice.

"Mu Er, why did you get up?" Quickly go back and lie down, are you feeling unwell?! "

A woman dressed in sackcloth saw Qi Mu standing outside the house from afar. She hurriedly ran over and wiped the sweat off her forehead.

Qi Mu turned his head and saw a woman dressed as an ancient peasant woman. She opened her mouth unconsciously. With a weak and trembling voice, she shouted,

"Mother."

Qi Mo was scared herself, so she didn't want to say anything.

His heart inexplicably flashed with guilt and fear.

This, this should be, this body, the original mother.

The woman walked in front of him and used her rough hands to touch Qi Mo's forehead. Qi Mu took a few steps back out of habit, while the hand holding the wooden spoon trembled slightly.

The woman's thoughts were meticulous and she noticed the abnormality in Qi Mu. She frowned slightly and said with a tender yet worried tone,

"Mu Er, are you still feeling uncomfortable? It's all your mother's fault. Quickly go into the house and lie down."

As he spoke, he held onto Qi Mu's hand and walked towards the place where Qi Mu had awoken.

Qi Mu followed the woman in a daze. As she stared at the hand that was being held, the feeling of being held and the warmth that came from it, something suddenly flashed through her mind.

It was a little uncomfortable and a little warm.

The woman squatted on the bed and took off her shoes. The shoes were pink and had been washed clean. Even though there were two small holes in the front, they were still tightly sewn shut.

According to the original owner's memories, this shoe was specially made for her by her mother when she was eight years old. Although it was old and worn out, she was still very precious.

When Qi Mu thought of this, she felt a bit sad. It should be the original owner's mood. She lowered her head and thought like this.

"Lie down a bit longer. Mom will go cook, and after that, your dad and your little brother will be back."

The woman reminded him softly, worried that Qi Mu wouldn't be able to lie down properly, and then added another sentence.

"I can't get off the bed and walk around randomly. I have to take care of my body."

The woman looked lovingly at Qi Mu. She felt that her daughter was a little dazed today. She didn't like to talk and wasn't as stubborn as usual. She was afraid that it was due to her illness.

Feeling the genuine care of a woman, Qi Mu nodded, grinned, and lay down.

Qi Mu felt the woman's gentle movements and didn't open his eyes. It was as if he was unconscious.

In his heart, there was a warm current flowing slowly.

It's time to think about his current situation, he thought.

Coincidentally, the original owner of his body was also called Ye Qimu. It was said that it was given to him by a reclusive monk. At that time, he seemed to have told the original owner's parents that the child had to have this name, or else he wouldn't be able to pass this life or death trial.

Isn't it? Coincidentally, the girl was still more than half a year away from 10, so he had passed through her.

In the past, he didn't believe in ghosts and gods. But now, he somewhat believed it. Wasn't he a living example?

The original owner's father, Ye Dazhuang, had been honest since childhood. He had a big brother, Ye Dateng, who was a straightforward man. He also had a younger brother, Ye Yiming, whom he had taken care of since he was young.

The original owner's mother was called Yang Lili. Her parents were still alive and she had a few siblings.

The original owner's original name was Ye Jinhua, and his cheap father said that he had green leaves, red flowers, and gold. The original owner's name was Ye Jinhua, and his cheap father said that he had green leaves, red flowers, and gold flowers.

Suddenly, Qi Mu felt grateful towards the monk.

Thinking about it, if someone were to call him Blossom Golden Flower, the scene in front of him would be really …

The original owner was the eldest daughter of the family. He had a younger brother and sister at the bottom. The younger brother and father were on the fields, and the younger sister …

Thinking of this, Qi Mu's heart suddenly hurt again. She rubbed her heart as an image appeared in her mind. The original owner cried for days after sending her sister away.

Could it be that this house was a house that valued sons and daughters? Qi Mo thought sorrowfully.

That shouldn't be, since his mother was still very nice to him.

Was it because his cheap little brother wasn't here that he was so good?

The scene of her and that family's life in Shanghai seemed to flash before his eyes. Qi Mu sighed slightly.

Sleep a little longer, she thought, and her head began to hurt again.

Memories of the two flashed through his mind.

Qi Mu quietly lied there with his brows furrowed from time to time, trying his best to digest the extra information in his head.

There was a price to be paid for teleporting.