Chapter 2559
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The previous host standing behind the screen felt like she had been struck by lightning. The Luo Family had been exterminated, so naturally her heart was filled with hatred.
But the Liao people had always been like this since ancient times, so even if she hated them, she couldn't take revenge.
But now ….. she knew that this wasn't the case.
The man she loved the most had actually wiped out her entire family just because he wanted another woman.
This was such a dark act, devoid of all humanity.
She immediately rushed out, picked up a long sword, and stabbed it in Du Qi Chao's direction.
But when it was about to reach his throat, she turned and stabbed at Yue Leng Qing.
The previous host didn't know martial arts, so even if Yue Leng Qing wasn't on guard, she still dodged in a moment of danger.
The sword only pierced her shoulder, but the previous host wasn't that lucky … …
When Du Qi Chao came back to his senses, he directly took the sword from the previous host's hand.
A single slash to her throat.
Blood spurted out and she slowly fell down. Her moving eyes were filled with tears.
Perhaps love was like this, once you fell in, it was hard to pull away.
As long as something confused you enough, it was enough to destroy you.
Being soft hearted was a sickness, being too deeply in love was fatal.
The previous host died like this. The moment she died, Du Qi Chao quickly turned around to protect Yue Leng Qing. He covered her eyes and gently whispered in her ear, "Don't look."
This was the previous host's story, it was sad, sad, and sad.
That was the end of the memory.
In the previous host's memories, Du Jiu Sheng's existence was very low.
He was the son of the cold palace's concubine Rou. Concubine Rou was the minister's daughter back then and was a member of the south.
She had been loved and doted on by the emperor, but the empress belonged to the north.
With the north and south fighting and the jealous women of the harem, concubine Rou finally died in a storm of blood.
She only left a son, Du Jiu Sheng.
Cold North Palace, the cold palace that Xia Rou had lived in before. After she died, no one came here and it became even more desolate.
Other than the zither, sword, and wine, there was only the little eunuch Mute Slave with him.
That was a eunuch who couldn't speak and couldn't walk properly. Because he had been disliked for many years, he was sent to the cold palace by the head eunuch.
But for Mute Slave, it was a great blessing.
Although even the food in the Cold Palace wasn't good, they were happy and carefree.
Du Jiu Sheng was very good to him, inviting him to share any good food or wine.
He was born handsome and often played the guqin in the courtyard. Palace maids or young mistresses would throw him pastries or silver taels.
Although he was in the depths of the Cold Palace, he did not have to worry about food and clothing as a performer in disguise.
However, his bone-chilling eyes always carried a determination that was different from ordinary people.
The original owner didn't know about this part of her memory. The scene in her mind was given to her by the system.
Special planes, special planes, special planes.
She repeated these words three times in her heart, constantly reminding herself that in this place, other than martial arts, she did not have any other abilities that were different from ordinary people.
No system, no Arcana …
The most terrifying thing was that she didn't come to this plane when the Luo Family was flourishing, but …
After her entire family was exterminated, she followed the Empress's palace maid to the Tranquility Palace.
"Stay close, your identity is special, you can't show off." The palace maid Yu 'er in front of her carefully told her.
"Un." Luo Qingchen nodded and quickly followed her.
This kind of identity, this kind of moment, it was too troublesome for her.
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