Chapter 281
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"I, admit my mistake!"
The person in the black fog continued to let out a cold, mechanical laugh and said in her ear, "Don't repeat the same mistake. Otherwise, everyone will still die, including … Xiahou Qing …"
The scene around her instantly disappeared and turned into a chaotic black fog that wrapped around her. Ning Shu suddenly opened her eyes. She clutched her heart that was in extreme pain and desperately gasped for breath. Her eyes looked in the direction of the roof and her gaze fell into the void.
Her entire body was ice-cold and even her sleeping clothes were soaked in cold sweat. Her limbs seemed to be infected by the pain of digging out her bones and chiseling her marrow in her dream and slightly trembled.
She got up with difficulty and scooped a handful of cold water from the copper basin and splashed it on her face. Only then did she completely separate herself from the nightmare from several hundred years ago and wake up. She looked at the illusory reflection in the copper basin and let out a self-deprecating laugh. Look at you, an old ghost of several hundred years. You clearly knew that the dream was a dream, yet you were still scared to this extent. You're so stupid.
If Meng Po, who fetched soup on the Bridge of Helplessness, knew about this, she would definitely laugh at her for another three hundred years.
After laughing, she slowly calmed down and silently calculated in her heart. There were still four months left until she turned seventeen.
There was one day left until the bitter pain in her blood was also the same time limit.
After four months, if she still couldn't solve all the mysteries, then everything would repeat the mistakes of her first life. However, her true opponent was still hidden in the fog. She didn't know what kind of mask they were wearing, and she didn't even know who was behind the mask. She didn't even know if they were male or female, old or young. Did she really have the ability to change all of this?
King Chujiang, ah, King Chujiang, it's rare for you to go against the heavens and change my fate to obtain this chance to live again. If I let you down, then what should I do?
"Bang, bang, bang!" The familiar knocking on the door sounded again and interrupted her wild thoughts.
Fang Mama's methodical voice sounded as usual, "Imperial Bodyguard Ning, get up. His Highness the heir is waiting to serve you in the unknown hall. It's best if you hurry up and don't let the master wait too long."
For the first time, Ning Shu felt that Nanny Fang's voice was so pleasant and full of vitality. It pulled her back from the hopeless hell and back to the present world, full of vitality.
Her heavy heart calmed down a lot. She quickly wiped her face and stood up. She changed back into the bodyguard uniform that Xiahou Qing had specially made for her. She opened the door and walked out with a smile: "Okay, Fang Mama, this subordinate will go now."
Walking along the winding flower corridors of the Prince of Nanping's residence, the green leaves on both sides still had morning dew. Round droplets dripped down along the veins of the leaves and landed on another leaf. After bouncing a few times, they slid down the branches and into the soil. The white clouds in the sky were soft, and not far away, the crabapple fruit was quietly condensing. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the refreshing morning air.
At the end of the flower corridor and the unknown hall, the familiar ink-colored figure stood under the eaves, reaching out to caress the coquettish oriole in his palm.
Looking at that figure, Ning Shu's footsteps hesitated. The cold voice in her dream sounded again in her mind, making her feel apprehensive, making her hesitate, making her unable to not hesitate.
But Xiahou Qing under the eaves seemed to hear her footsteps. He turned his face, letting go of the oriole in his palm, and silently waved at her.
A gentle breeze blew away the condensed clouds, and she heard the clear cries of the orioles. Ning Shu looked at the hand that was beckoning her not far away. One lonely wing found another, and her fluctuating heart finally had a breather. She quickened her steps to meet him.
In order to live up to King Chujiang's good intentions, and to not let Meng Po laugh at her, she could only work hard to live a long life, along with her family and Xiahou Qing.
Unless she turned into ashes, she would not allow a second ending.
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