C2

In a secret profound room on the western outskirts of the city, flames were blazing all over the place. A woman was wrapped in flames, and a pair of flaming wings was flapping behind her back.

Bai Feiyue's face was pale, but it was only for a moment. Following a streak of fiery light, a colossal dragon disengaged itself from her body with a mournful cry. It hovered in the air, incessantly screaming.

Bai Feiyue's heart was in pain. He was too vicious, not even sparing the last of her life. The colossal dragon's body gradually turned blurry. She raised her head and let out a sorrowful cry. "Long Ji …" "Longji …"

She looked at the besieged Bai Feiyue. Even though the process of her separation from the soul summoner she belonged to was extremely painful, she still used all her strength to let out a final howl towards the Death Soldiers. Her flaming wings flapped viciously, bringing a heatwave of wind as she charged towards them like a blade.

Perhaps they never thought that the summoned beast would still be so powerful. The Death Soldiers couldn't sense it for a moment and cried out in pain before falling to the ground.

Bai Feiyue's face was as pale as paper. She watched as Long Ji's massive body gradually dissipated, eventually turning into scattered sparks and disappearing into the thick ink.

However, the entire dungeon was engulfed in flames that night. Everything that had once existed seemed to have been a dream.

At the same time, within the Prime Minister's residence, although it was still midnight, the lights were brightly lit and the sound of wailing could shake the heavens.

The next day, there was news that the young miss of the Prime Minister's Estate, Fu Ziqian, the rumoured beautiful bastard girl, had finally hardened her heart and committed suicide in order to not marry the retarded Emperor.

The Prime Minister Fu Yun had heard that she was only gravely ill and had almost returned to her home. Fortunately, she had escaped this calamity and was in the palace recuperating.

A hawker's aunt was on duty in the Prime Minister's Residence, and that was the truth. The citizens started discussing once again, saying that Fu Ziqian had tried to kill himself, and it was going to be a good show, everyone bet that Fu Ziqian would be able to live a stable life for a few years.

Now that the Regent was in charge, as long as one was not a fool, they all knew that entering the palace was a path to death.

Half a month later, at the Prime Minister's estate.

Through the red gauze, one could vaguely see the beauty in the mirror. She raised her hand slightly, and a jade-white hand came out from her sleeve. She gently caressed her face, and her pair of eyes that were as deep as the ocean, which could captivate the soul, were like a bottomless pit. Her eyelashes were like a fan, slightly moving up and down like a colorful butterfly.

Bai Feiyue gazed at his reflection in the mirror, the corners of his lips curving upwards. Such a face was very good.

It had been half a month since he woke up. His body that was already exhausted of its oil was recovering at the speed of light. Even the imperial physician had said it was a miracle that she could wake up. A miracle? It was indeed a miracle, but Fu Ziqian was already dead. Right now, she was Bai Feiyue. She didn't want to know why she was reborn in Fu Zixian's body. She only knew that she had to take revenge! She wanted Yu QianXun to die a horrible death!

Half a month ago, was the day that Yu QianXun killed her. The palace had decreed that the Prime Minister's concubine, Fu Ziqian, would enter the Palace and be conferred the title of Empress. It seemed to be a great deal of love, but who didn't know that the emperor was not only retarded, but was also a tool the regent used to temporarily stabilize the court. It wouldn't be long before the regent kicked him out of the throne. Now, he allowed Fu Zixian to marry him, but it was only because of the reputation of the people under the heavens. He was afraid that the people of the world would gossip about him, so he wanted to use Fu Ziqian as a tool to show the people of the world that he, the Regent, truly wanted to assist the Emperor and did not have the heart to pry into the throne. Those who didn't know this would think that Yu QianXun, this Seventh Uncle, was very good to his nephew. Not only did he help a fool to ascend to the throne, he even married his wife.

While she was thinking, Bi Chun had already finished rolling up her flying fairy bun. There were two golden hairpins carved with orchids on both sides of her hair. There was a touch of glass on her forehead. She no longer had any extra headdress, but was already breathtakingly beautiful. In the past, they already knew that their young miss was as beautiful as a fairy, but for some reason, ever since she woke up half a month ago, not only had her personality greatly changed, even her looks seemed to have become more beautiful. It was unknown whether it was good or bad, if the young miss entered the palace, it would be impossible to even determine whether she would live or die in the future.