The princess was reborn with her cub, and the ninth uncle was killed by the cub in anger.

in a dream.

Mo Ziqian seemed to have seen everything that happened in the months after he returned to Beijing, frame by frame with incomparable clarity, like a flash in the pan.

He was startled.

Everything since he returned to Beijing has been surprisingly smooth, as if everything had been paved specially so that he could climb up step by step effortlessly.

Now when I go back and take a look, I realize that there seems to be a shadow of one person behind all of this...

Gu Nanqiao!

is her!

But why?

Why did she want to harm him like this?

Mo Ziqian really couldn't understand that in his dream, he was no longer as irritable as he was when he was awake.

But he still couldn't figure it out.

Where did he offend Gu Nanqiao?Why would she target him like this?

This question has been echoing in Mo Ziqian's mind, whether he is sleeping or awake, he is thinking about it!

Until the night when he was escorted to the imperial mausoleum.

A thunderstorm.

It hit the roof of Mo Ziqian's cell. Under the heavy rain, it conducted electricity through the thunderstorm and almost killed him.

He was unconscious for three days.

When he woke up again, he was already on his way to the imperial mausoleum, and besides Li Feng, there were only escort officials around him.

"Li Feng, where are you?"

Mo Ziqian's voice was hoarse, but his eyes were less angry and scarlet, and instead had a coldness that they had never seen before.

Li Feng helped him sit up from the simple carriage, "Your Highness, we have left the capital and are now approaching the boundary of Xuzhou. In a few days, we should be able to reach the imperial mausoleum."

Li Feng had already prepared that Mo Ziqian would become violently angry after hearing this.

But he didn't wait for any movement.

Mo Ziqian closed his eyes and endured the loss of control. When he opened his eyes again, he seemed to have regained his composure.

This surprised Li Feng.

He had been informed of Mo Ziqian's situation and was already prepared.

Even witnessed it with my own eyes.

"Your Highness, are you okay?" Li Feng asked tentatively, looking at Mo Ziqian who had regained his composure.

Mo Ziqian didn't answer, but opened the curtain.

Looking at the scene outside that was getting further and further away, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"So, this is your revenge on me!"

"What?" Li Feng didn't understand.

Mo Ziqian smiled.

But as the mood fluctuated, the anger that had just been suppressed in the body began to fight back again.

This time it came in a big way.

Mo Ziqian finally couldn't help but raised his fist and punched the car hard.Because it was used to escort "prisoners", although the carriage was simple, it was made of iron-clad wood.

Mo Ziqian's punch almost broke his finger bones.

pain!

But it also made him suppress his rage again.

Looking at the bloody front and thinking of the many dirty memories, a wry smile appeared on his lips and he murmured to himself: "Gu Nanqiao, your revenge in this life is really cruel!"

At this time.

The moving carriage suddenly stopped.

A servant asked from outside: "Who are you... ah..."

The screams arose.

When the car door was opened, Li Feng subconsciously came to protect Mo Ziqian.

Until I saw the person who opened the door.

"Mrs. Side?"

Nan Jiaojiao, who was wearing a blood-red dress, looked at the two people in the carriage and smiled wildly, "Tsk, after running so far, I finally caught you!"

When Mo Ziqian saw Nan Jiaojiao dressed in red, his pupils shrank slightly.

……

Three years later.

A mountain village not far from Yongguan City

A soft and cute little figure covered in mud ran into the house from outside, holding a large and twisting grass carp tightly in its arms.