Auntie He said that the house you are going to live in is located at the easternmost part, remote and quiet, no one wants to live there, it can only be used as a warehouse.

  So, auntie, what place is it if you go east from the easternmost part?

  It is an abandoned palace.

  Whats wrong with it?

  That was the imperial palace of the previous dynasty, which had been resplendent and beautiful, dazzling to behold. Thirty-four years ago, the Tartars captured the capital city, burning, killing, plundering, and humiliating the royal family, causing the whole country to mourn. In one night, tens of thousands of palaces were reduced to ruins and rubble.

  Yesterday... Auntie, is it also not a room of this dynasty?

  She walked in the dark night, neither fast nor slow, her feet treading on the rotten leaves, making a faint sound.

  The moon is hidden in the clouds, a wide and straight road stretches out to a short distance.

  In the distance, a dark and abandoned palace, like a dead giant beast.

  But getting closer and closer is...

  She smiled, thinking of Aunt He, her pale face suddenly turned ghastly white.

  It was just an instant change, and then it returned to its original state.

  Little girl! What are you asking?! Let me tell you, under no circumstances can you go there... otherwise, the vengeful spirits of a thousand people from the previous dynasty will haunt you...

  She walked down from the desolate and gloomy highway, in front of her was a majestic and elegant place.

  Above the palace gate, a horizontal inscribed board hangs crookedly, as if it is about to fall off. The surface has been hacked by swords and knives until it is full of holes, and the original characters are completely invisible.

  Since ancient times, when a king is defeated, even his title and seal are destroyed... isnt this being too narrow-minded?

  Carved into flying phoenix patterns, the black wood pillars have lost their luster under the ravages of time and dust. The silk window screens are now dirty beyond recognition. Gently pushing open the temple door, a creaking sound reveals its age. A thick layer of dust has accumulated on the ground.

  Morning dew leaned over and looked at the ruins of the front yard, a lump in her chest, only to turn into one sentence: "It turns out that they are all dust, nothing different."

  Thirty-four years old and twenty-six years old are originally no different.

  Time erodes everything, dust covers all lies, and it becomes a world of thousands of years.

  In the grand hall, the former splendor and majesty can still be seen. The golden jade throne is still in the center, all sorts of precious objects are still there, not a single one missing, but they are all covered with a layer of dust. It seems that since that night, no one has set foot here again.

  She walked straight back, through the corridor and into the courtyard.

  She walked up to the bedroom door and finally stopped.

  Standing upright, but his ten fingers were slightly trembling.

  The gate creaked back and forth in the wind, echoing through the dead of night.

  After several attempts, it was finally blown open by the wind, revealing her true appearance.

  She walked in with hesitation.

  Finally stepped into, that nights nightmare.

  ****

  This is a gloomy room plastered with talismans.

  On the window frame, in front of the bed, on the beam, between the pillars.

  The crimson talisman has faded, rustling softly in the night wind.

  It seemed like the whisper of a ghost.

  The ground on the first floor was covered with a layer of gray soil, but in that area near the window, it was densely pasted with talismans, and its original color was invisible.

  In her past life, she fell down right there and took her last breath.

  "It was this curse all along... that caused me to be burned by fierce flames for 26 years under the Naihe Bridge..."

  She spoke softly in a low voice, with a hint of bitter resentment that pierced deep into her bones.

  In front of the desk, all the brushes were washed and the paperweight was still there, but the rice paper and lake pen had been damaged beyond recognition.

  She smiled and said lightly: So its already so old and worn out, no wonder "they" can deceive people by saying this is a relic of the previous dynasty.

  She reached out and took "A Brief History of the School" from the shelf, pulling out an object from the bottom layer.

  The wutong leaf serves as a letter, with the four characters "zhí zǐ zhī shǒu" (holding your hand) written on it, the ink marks are still clear.

  This was given by him when they first met at her twelve years old.

  Still remember, at that time, she was in a snow-white dress with disheveled hair and a long sword dripping with blood. Behind her, the pursuing soldiers were approaching.

  Helpless, he raised his head, under the moonlight, a young man among the trees, pure and elegant...

  The intimate embrace on the tree, a young mans light kiss, brought her a slap of shyness and anger...

  Later, they made a pact for three lifetimes, from then on they walked hand in hand, through life and death.

  Then later...

  Leaves are thus, how can people bear it?

  She harbored a deep-seated fury in her heart, and with a surge of strength in her hand, it instantly transformed into tattered yellow butterflies, fluttering away piece by piece.

  She raised her head, her eyes as cold as ice and snow, speaking softly and elegantly:

  "And wait for me... Those who are alive and enjoying honor in the tomb, not one of you will escape. Heaven has tolerated you for 26 years, I have come to take revenge on you!"

  ****

  The night is dark and profound.

  She regained her composure in the gloomy old palace.

  She remembered that in her previous life, there were a few important things, she came to the crystal curtain, just about to reach out to explore the bed head secret compartment, but felt a sense of unease.

  In the darkness, she seemed to sense something dangerous. She cleared her mind of distractions and closed her eyes to listen carefully.

  In the howling wind, there were footsteps of two people.

  One persons footsteps were light and steady, as if they had practiced a famous school of martial arts, but their skill was not high. Another person, however, was extremely unusual - their breathing, heartbeat, and pace were almost imperceptible - surprisingly, they were one of the top masters in the world!

  The morning dew bent down and hid behind the bed, but heard the two people passing through the front hall, the corridor, and came to the door of the bedroom.

  In a ruin, what kind of eerie and dark palace is this, and who would come here at midnight?

  The door was pushed open with a creak.

  In front of and behind the bed, a crystal curtain separated them, and only two people came to the edge of the desk and stopped.

  "Qū yīng, qíng kuàng rú hé?"

  Translation: "Gong Yīng, how are things?"

  The questioners voice was not loud, and also very young, but had a kind of superior authority.

  All he heard was a "thud", but it was another person putting down something heavy.

  "This is Guo Xuans head."

  Another person bowed and replied in a deep, mellow voice, apparently over forty years old. Morning dew felt a tremble in her heart, giving rise to a strange yet familiar feeling.

  "Hmph... The previous emperor entrusted him with a heavy responsibility, and I also once warmly advised him. Who would have thought that as he grew older, he became more afraid of death, and did such a thing... He cannot be spared."

  "My humble self has just gone and seen some interesting things in the east of the city." The elder chuckled.

  "Interesting?"

  "Yes. There was a little thief who slipped out of the Yamen of the Governor of Kiangsu, and his appearance was quite passable. On his back he had a big round bundle... I dont know what it was." The elder said with a smile.

  Chenlu listened to this unusually familiar voice, and finally remembered, her body trembling involuntarily.

  "Whats going on!" A middle-aged man shouted loudly, apparently having sensed something, and both of them rushed towards the back of the curtain.

  Chenlu supported herself with both hands and flew out sideways, unexpectedly jumping out from a small window.

  Two men chased to the window, but due to their height and build, they could not pass through. They went around to the front door, but it was already too late. In the darkness, only a figure was seen.

  The middle-aged man also didnt say a word, his footsteps changed, and he actually chased after him like a wisp of smoke.

  Two dark shadows chased each other silently in the thicket.

  A middle-aged man was chasing after, but saw a figure suddenly stop in front of him, waiting for himself under the tree.

  The moonlight is like water, birds in the air fly away in surprise, a girl in white dress under the tree, as if she were a ghost or an elf.

  Her appearance was just delicate, but there was another kind of majesty and transparency that made people dare not look at her straight.

  She gazed at him, smiled slightly and said softly:

  "The moon is cool and the wind is fragrant."

  The man was taken aback for a moment, and the next instant, he lost his composure, his face twisted with agitation as he grabbed the girl: "What exactly are you?!"

  The girl didnt answer, but just smiled slyly, that mischievous and innocent charm, as if I had seen it somewhere before.

  "Your companion is coming after you. Meet at the lake shore tomorrow night at midnight."