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The fiery clouds on the horizon gathered together. She wore a small, fresh, lace dress with broken leaves. The blood that dripped down her body slowly spread out along the embroidery line, looking like a red mandala.

"Xi Che, if I can repeat myself in this life, I just want to never meet you again." Yan Xiaomu looked at the dagger stabbed into her heart, and glanced at the emotionless eyes. The corners of her lips slowly curled up into a wry smile.

Even though she already knew that this was a trap, she still did not hesitate to step in. She thought that her deep feelings were sufficient to change the man in front of her. However, she did not pay attention to the most important thing, and that was the man in front of her ?

No heart ?.

She slowly closed her eyes. This time, she had miscalculated. She swore that she would never meet this person again, never let herself get hurt to the extreme. She, Yan Xiaomu, would never accept her fate.

If he could make her repeat herself, she definitely wouldn't admit defeat. What these people owed her, she would take bit by bit.

The Yueyu Continent, an island floating alone in the sea, was divided into four on this continent. Cheng Hu, Yue Lang, Gu Lan, Qi Qin, these four great countries had lived in harmony with each other for hundreds of years, but this peace was only temporary.

Cheng Hu's military might was great, he had always wanted to annex the other three kingdoms, and Gulan was the second most powerful one, Yue Lang and Qing Tan had no choice but to rely on each other, afraid that the other two nations would take the opportunity to start a war.

In the Ancient Orchid Nation, a series of low shouts continuously came from inside the red wall of a Zhu Men family. A man was walking nonstop outside the door, sticking his head out and sticking his head out while following the five girls. The oldest was no more than ten years old, while the youngest was only two years old.

"Father, mother has been inside for so long. Could something have happened to her?"

The slightly older girl quickly covered her mouth, glanced at the man's face, then whispered into her ear, "Don't speak nonsense, be careful not to let daddy punish you."

The little girl stuck out her tongue, but she still couldn't help but look towards the room.

A continuous stream of maidservants carried a basin of hot water in and a basin of blood out.

She was still young, so much so that she didn't even know what was going on there.

The next morning, with the sound of a baby crying, the man's worried heart finally settled down. The midwife came out of her room with a smile, holding a baby wrapped in a blue and blue flowery cloth in her arms.

"Congratulations Master, Madam has just given birth to a baby girl. The mother and daughter are safe."

Yan Hui looked at the sleeping child with a gentle gaze before turning around and striding into the inner room. After having just given birth to the child, Yun Feng was still weak. His face was pale as he quietly lay on the bed.

Seeing Yan Hui enter, Yun Feng slowly opened his eyes. Originally, it was a joyous event, but it was too sad for her.

"Husband, for the past ten or so years, I haven't been able to give birth to a male child for the Yan Clan. I've passed on my legacy, and I'm sorry about that."

Yan Hui's finger gently touched her lips. He smiled as he shook his head and casually held the baby girl in his midwife's arms. "You gave me six cute children. I am already very satisfied."

As he spoke, he even touched the baby girl's face. This child would definitely be like her mother in the future. As if he had suddenly thought of something, Yan Hui raised his head and looked at Yun Feng, "What name do you think we should give our child?"

As if asked by this question, Yun Hui lowered his head and thought for a moment. Looking at the gentle and handsome man in front of him, he suddenly laughed.

Yan Hui looked at his wife and laughed inexplicably, his heart was filled with confusion. He was afraid that his wife had left behind some kind of illness because of this delivery.

"Remember that when we first met, the first thing you said was' Pear Blossom of the Spring Breeze '. Why not use the word' Mu 'and call her Mu'er?"

Yan Hui pondered for a moment. This name really did suit her; it meant that she was the most precious treasure her parents held in their hands.

Suddenly, a strange wind blew past him, and Yan Hui hurriedly went to protect his beloved wife. However, when he raised his head again, the baby girl in his embrace had disappeared without a trace.

There was a white-clothed old man standing in the room with his child in his arms. If he didn't know the person in front of him, he probably would have gone up and fought with his life on the line.

"I didn't know that the Imperial Advisor would be visiting today. It's just that..." Yan Hui cupped his fists and greeted the newcomer respectfully. However, as he listened carefully to the words he had yet to finish, another meaning could be heard.

He entered the room and silently hugged his newborn daughter in his arms. Such an action was indeed suspicious and illogical.

Old man Wuxi smiled and pointed at the cinnabar on the baby girl's forehead.

"Prime Minister, do not worry. After this farewell, I will bring the sixth young miss back to the manor in fourteen years. It is only during this time that you will not see her again."

Yan Hui wanted to say something to stop him, but in the blink of an eye, the person who was standing in front of him disappeared without a trace.

For a moment, the room was in a state of chaos.

Yan Xiaoling rubbed her head in pain before opening her hazy eyes. There was a wooden bed made of a beautiful white curtain and a ceiling that was half made out of wood. However, she could not see her surroundings. Where was this place? And what was with such a big face? Was it a monster? Why did she feel weak all over? It was so hard for her to even speak, and her body seemed so small and small. Was this hell? Another wave of dizziness hit her and she fainted again.

Looking at the baby girl who had fallen asleep again, Wu Xi stroked his white beard, a rare smile on his face. Now that Fairy Mandala had reincarnated, he could be considered to have an explanation for Hundred Flowers Fairy. At this moment, the secretly delighted Old Man Wu Xi did not know that he had caused himself a huge trouble.