C2

"Yes, it was the second and third branch that caused father's death!"

Nan Zhijun gripped Xingyu's slender arm tightly. With her eyes wide open, she suddenly felt a sweetness in her throat and vomited a mouthful of blood with a "Wah!".

"Empress!"

Xingyu didn't have enough time to find a handkerchief, so she hurriedly used her sleeve to wipe away the blood from Nan Zhijun's lips. Nan Zhijun gasped for breath as she stared fixedly at Mrs. Yin. Suddenly, with strength that came from nowhere, she rushed forward and wanted to scratch Mrs. Yin's face. Mrs. Yin harrumphed coldly. The maids on her left and right tried to hold Nan Zhijun back, but how could Xingyu stop her?

Looking at Nan Zhijun's battered appearance, the smile on Mrs. Yin's face intensified. "Little sister, why don't you say one more word? Young General has been besieged by the miasma three days ago. I'm afraid it's too late now."

As she finished her sentence, Mrs. Yin seemed to find the smell of blood a little too strong. She frowned and used her sleeves to cover her nose and mouth as she stood a little further away from the head with a look of disgust on her face. Nan Zhijun's body was weak and she had been struggling for a long time. Her face was almost pressed to the ground as she gasped for breath. Her eyes were like a candle in the wind, sparkling with a final light.

Xingyu's eyes were brimming with tears as she continued to tug at him. "Esteemed wangfei, you're still esteemed wangfei. You're causing trouble …"

Mrs. Yin's face finally turned cold as if she had felt a pain deep in her heart. With a wave of her hand, her voice turned icy cold like never before. "Drag him out and kill him!"

"No!"

Nan Zhijun screamed as she stretched out her hand in vain, but all she could do was watch as Xingyu was dragged out of the Palace by Mrs. Yin's servants. Not long after that, inaudible screams could be heard from outside the palace. Nan Zhijun closed her eyes and started crying.

The sound of the rain became louder and louder.

Nan Zhijun opened her eyes and felt a warm sensation on her face. It was Mrs. Yin leaning over, holding her face in her hands. It was just a pair of beautiful hands with long, slender fingers. She had also painted it before, but she was taught by Murong Yan that she was the Queen of Dayuan and must not be petty.

However, she had also seen Murong Yan hold these hands, saying how they looked so good.

"Nan Zhijun, don't worry." Mrs. Yin held the wine jug. Her originally elegant and refined face now looked extremely ferocious, "Sister respectfully sends sister on her way!"

As she spoke, the spout of the jug had already reached her throat. Mrs. Yin did her best to pour it down, and bright red wine dripped from it. Nan Zhijun had long since lost the strength to struggle. The sweet and sour wine mixed with the blood in her mouth made her cough non-stop. However, the servant girl next to her was suppressing her with even greater strength, causing her to be unable to struggle.

The throat of the girl who was pressed down on the ground let out a "hoho" sound, as if she was looking at the person before her with her eyes wide open. Finally, after a heart palpitating sound of exhalation, the entire Dew Palace returned to silence.

Even at the moment of her death, her eyes were wide open. Those few familiar faces in her life flashed before her eyes.

Father, Mother, Brother, Husband, Second, Third, Old Madam in Nan's Estate …

These were the most important people in her life, and yet, half of their hands were stained with the blood of the other half!

Anger, regret, regret, sadness, and hatred. A hundred or one thousand emotions were stuck in her chest, practically ignited into a ball of flame. If she wasn't stupid, if she didn't know people, then …

If … He could start over?!

If she could be reborn, even if she died and fell into an Avici Infernal Realm where she would never be able to recover, she would definitely make her enemies … A blood debt would be repaid in blood!

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"Cough, cough, cough, cough."

Nan Zhijun blankly opened her eyes, but before she could come to her senses, warm, slightly scorching water flowed out from all directions, making her cough. He subconsciously struggled, and with a "hualala" sound, he stood in the water, surrounded by mist and a vast expanse of white.

When he got out of the water, his body felt cold. On closer look, he was completely naked!

Could it be that Mrs. Yin thought that it wasn't enough and wanted to humiliate her?

Hearing the hurried footsteps outside, Nan Zhijun quickly went back into the water. She looked out and saw a pretty maid lifting the curtain and rushing over.

The maidservant looked at Nan Zhijun's face, her tight little face relaxed, but her steps did not stop. "Second Miss, it's true. The water in this hot spring is only half as high as a person's, how could it possibly drown a person? " With that, the servant girl bent down with a face full of concern, "Eldest Miss, are you alright?"

Nan Zhijun's face was pale. She had already been choking, and upon seeing the maid's face, she couldn't help but cough. The maidservant hurriedly pulled Nan Zhijun's body over and gently patted her back. After a while, Nan Zhijun finally stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the maidservant.

"Xingyu?"

As Nan Zhijun called out the maid's name, her voice sounded off, as though she couldn't be sure. Xingyu was at a loss, but she still answered crisply, "Miss, what is it?"

"Great." Nan Zhijun's face was filled with joy, but suddenly she held onto Xingyu's hand and anxiously asked, "What, what happened? What did Mrs. Yin do to us?" "Right, how is your body right now? For you to be able to escape from Mrs. Yin, the injuries must not be light, right?"

Xingyu blinked her eyes and burst out laughing, "Miss, could it be that you really choked on the water and fainted? What Mrs. Yin? What running away? Why can't maidservant understand it? "

As she spoke, a small, cool hand was placed on Nan Zhijun's forehead. Nan Zhijun concentrated for a moment before looking at Xingyu's face. However, she noticed that Xingyu's face seemed to have lost some of its composure and childishness as compared to her memory. When he thought about it again, his words were like those of a delicate girl. He didn't seem like someone who would go to the Kingdom of Jin and was bullied by the princess. After he was forced to swallow the charcoal, his hoarse voice was unpleasant to hear.

What was going on?

Nan Zhijun held her forehead as she struggled to understand the situation. Seeing that her expression wasn't right, Xingyu helped her out of the hot spring pool and helped her wash the water. It was only after Nan Zhijun had changed into her regular clothes that she regained her composure.

"What year and what month is it now?" Nan Zhijun asked with a trembling voice.

A trace of surprise flashed through Xingyu's eyes. However, when she saw Nan Zhijun's dazed expression, she could not bear to ask any further and could only honestly reply, "It's been nineteen years since we've settled down in peace."

"Nineteen years of peace …"

Nan Zhijun's eyes were blurry. Nineteen years in Tai An, the late emperor had yet to meet with an enemy. Murong Yan was still Sixth Prince, and she was still Miss Nan.

Who knows how many lives there are? The water in front of the door is still flowing.

In the next fifteen years, she would have a clear understanding of the structure of Dayuan. She did not believe that she could not teach her former enemies how to repay a debt of blood with blood after her rebirth!