"What are these white flags all over the streets for? Ha! Even the officials are wearing white waistbands?"

  "How many days have you been staying at home without knowing this? The Princess of the Protecting Country has passed away! The whole country is in mourning!"

  "Protecting the Country Princess? Are you referring to Danyang Princess? Isnt her death a good thing? We should be beating drums and celebrating instead."

  "Shh... If an official hears this, youll be arrested and thrown into prison."

  In the teahouse, people sat in twos and threes at each table, watching the paper money floating outside and chattering away.

  As for Princess Danyang, she was a twelve-year-old scourge of the Northern Wei court, a great calamity that made everyone in the imperial court tremble with fear. Clearly a woman, yet she shamelessly kept dozens of concubines in her mansion, flirting with officials, teasing nobles, playing politics, and framing loyal subjects!

  Wherever it goes, corpses are scattered all over the fields and people cannot survive. Its evil deeds are numerous, and its crimes are so many that they cannot be recorded even with a large number of bamboo slips!

  If a biography were to be written for Princess Danyang, many officials in the court would certainly jump out and add their own words, carefully selecting phrases to forever pin this princess to the pillar of historical shame, never allowing her to transcend!

  However, good and evil are rewarded. This arrogant princess, who had been rampant for many years, was finally imprisoned in the Feiyun Palace in the eighth year of Daxing because of "murdering a senior minister". Moreover, on the day when the new emperor took power, she died of "illness" in her own mansion, with seven orifices bleeding and a very miserable death.

  The government pretended to mourn, but the people secretly felt delighted.

  Evil will be rewarded with evil! Good riddance!

  Among the cheers and applause, white paper money fluttered down, some of which were blown by the wind, turned in mid-air, and flew to the front gate of an official residence on the side of the official road, floating over the vermilion lacquer signboard.

  White House.

  In the west wing of the mansion, someone turned over and their hand accidentally knocked over a medicine bowl placed beside the bed.

  "Bang!"

  A loud crack, Li Huaiyu suddenly woke up with a start, his heart racing like a drumbeat, and he broke out in a cold sweat as soon as he opened his eyes. Propping himself up to sit up, he couldnt help but gasp for breath in his throat, and his eyelashes were trembling violently, and it took him a long time to calm down.

  Where is this?

  A humble cabin, with old and cheap decorations everywhere, the sunlight filtering through the mottled carved windows, illuminating the dust falling in the air, like a mist.

  Furrowing her brow and staring at the dust for a while, Huai Yu felt somewhat bewildered.

  The door creaked open and a maid carrying a basin of water stepped inside, exclaiming with joy upon seeing her: "Miss, youve finally woken up!"

  Miss? Li Huaiyu frowned at her, thinking which ignorant palace maid was this? She had been called "Your Highness" since birth, when had she ever been called "Miss"?

  "You scared me half to death this time, I thought youd stopped breathing!" The maid muttered to herself, full of sighs.

  Is she out of breath? Cant she breathe now? Huai Yu was stunned, took a deep breath

  Still hasnt given up!

  She... isnt dead?

  A sudden tremor ran from the tip of her heart to her limbs, Li Huaiyu was so excited that she got up and jumped off the bed, rushing to the window sill and pushing open the wooden window.

  The sunlight shines brightly, passing through her fingers and landing on her face, warm and gentle. Outside, a few clusters of wildflowers are in full bloom, swaying gently in the breeze, their delicate colors shimmering.

  She gazed steadily for a while, took a few deep breaths of fresh air, and revealed an eerie smile.

  Heaven is fair, shes still alive after all.

  She is Danyang Princess Chang Li Huaiyu, and shes still alive!

  The little girl behind her seemed to be frightened by her actions, staring wide-eyed and stuttering out a cry: "M-miss...?"

  She smiled suddenly, looked around with a puzzled expression, and pointed at her own nose, asking: "Are you calling me?"

  Lingxiu nodded, looking at her in confusion: "Of course I was calling you, miss. Dont you recognize me?"

  Hua Yu thought for a moment and shook her head: "No impression."

  Her last memory stayed in the Fei Yun Palace on that day, March 27th. She drank down the imperial gift of He Dian Hong and spat out big mouthfuls of blood, collapsing onto the soft couch.

  In front of her, a group of people knelt down, their eyes red and choked with sobs, kowtowing to her in unison, shouting: "Your Highness"

  These two words were like the mournful sound of a flute, echoing faintly in the great hall for several seconds, mixed with suppressed sobs, making ones heart feel sour.

  Then she closed her eyes and fell into darkness.

  She should be dead by all accounts, and even if she wasnt, she should still be in Fei Yun Palace. Why is she in this strange place?

  She looked around suspiciously and saw a dressing table, hurried over to take a look.

  The person in the mirror is very strange, with delicate eyebrows and soft eyes, skin as white as if they had never seen sunlight, setting off a head of black hair like clouds. A palm-sized face, small ears, a slender neck, wearing a half-old dark-colored robe, the whole body doesnt have two ounces of flesh, feeling that a gust of wind could blow them away at any time.

  Thats not her.

  Everyone knows that Princess Danyang is arrogant and overbearing, half relying on her royal identity and the other half due to her unparalleled martial arts skills. She has practiced martial arts for many years, with a body as strong as steel, how could she be like this weakling?

  But she moved a little, and the person in the mirror also moved a little. She made a ghost face, and the delicate face in the mirror also wrinkled up with her.

  Li Huaiyus heart sank, and she turned her head to ask: "What is todays date?"

  Ling Xiu stared at her in a daze, saying blankly: "Today is the fourth day of the fourth month of the eighth year of Daxing..."

  April 4th? Huai Yus lips suddenly turned white: "Is Princess Dan Yang already...?"

  Ling Xiu nodded: "Its been 49 days, today is exactly the seventh day after death, and the government is holding a funeral procession."

  Li Huaiyu: "......"

  Princess Dan Yang has been buried.

  Then who is she?!!

  She shook her head subconsciously, feeling that this matter was too strange, so strange that her lips trembled. After spinning around in place twice, she said: "Im hungry."

  "Ah." Ling Xiu nodded dazedly, "Ill go get you something to eat right now!"

  Hua Yu nodded and calmly watched the little girl run out, waiting until she was out of sight before taking a deep breath, lifting her skirt and rushing out!

  Her body was buried, but she could still speak and jump, becoming another person... If you didnt see it with your own eyes, you wouldnt believe it even if you were beaten to death!

  Rushing out of the room, it seemed like a pretty big mansion outside. Li Huaiyu didnt have the mind to look at anything and ran all the way through the moon gate corridor, avoiding people, until he found the outermost courtyard wall. Looking around to make sure no one was there, he stepped on the miscellaneous objects piled up against the wall and started climbing up.

  She couldnt do needlework, but climbing walls and catching birds were things she was more familiar with than anyone else. Although the wall of this courtyard was a bit higher, Huaiyu still climbed up to the eaves with ease, and leaped down with a single bound.

  Then it fell to the ground with a "thud"!

  "Ah!" A cry of pain escaped her lips, and Li Huaiyu couldnt get up for half a day.

  She miscalculated, if it were her in the past, climbing over the wall would be a trivial matter, but now she seems to be weak and unmanageable, and actually fell down directly, what a shameful display.

  Fortunately, the place where she fell was not bad, softer than the bluestone brick ground, and did not hurt her, only her lips were bruised by her teeth, and a tongue tip explored, with a rusty taste.

  It really hurts!

  Before she could get up, a cold light flashed beside her, and a fierce aura suddenly appeared: "Who is it?!"

  Li Huaiyu was startled and turned her head to look, it was a guard in black clothes, frowning at her with a sharp knife.

  Whats the big deal? She just jumped over a wall, its not like she assassinated someone, why so worked up?

  The soft earth beneath him moved slightly.

  Feeling something was off, Li Huaiyu blinked and slowly lowered her head to look over.

  A person wearing a soft cloud-patterned cyan robe was pinned under her, the jade crown still upright, and his expression calm and unruffled. A pair of ink-colored eyes gazed at her, like a black dragon breaking through the waves. His somewhat pale lips were stained with a bright red color, like flowers blooming on snow.

  At first glance, Huai Yu was a little amazed, this person is really one of the rare good-looking people in the world, with a beautiful appearance and a good temperament.

  However, upon taking a second glance, Huai Yu recognized whose face it was.

  This... this person...

  "Still not getting up?" he said coldly.

  Upon hearing this familiar voice, Huai Yus face turned from shock to ashen, straddling him without getting up, and instead having the urge to use force to crush him to death.

  What a narrow road for sworn enemies indeed, Jiang Xuanjin!

  Paper money fluttered down from the sky, Li Huaiyu casually pinched one, looked down at the person below, and hatred filled her heart.

  Everyone says that Princess Danyang was blamed by the new emperor for "murdering senior officials" and thus lost her life. However, Li Huaiyu herself knew how she died.

  She was killed by Zi Yang Jun Jiang Xuanjin!

  In the eighth year of Daxing, on March 27th, a good day for funerals and burials, Jiang Xuanjins eyes were calm as he presented the crane-top red, his voice filled with the fragrance of incense.

  "Farewell, Your Highness," he said.

  Hua Yu wore her favorite Yaochi peony palace attire, sitting upright on the Ruyi Huanhuan couch, and calmly accepted the poison, drinking it in one gulp.

  "I hope you live to be a hundred years old." She smiled.

  These were her last words to him, not tender and loving, but with a reluctant desire to become a vengeful spirit, each word squeezed out from between her teeth. As she spoke, she made a vow in her heart that as long as she had the chance, she would make Jiang Xuanji unable to live or die!

  Now, Ive actually met again.