The witch comes into my arms

Xia Yuan had a dream, dreaming that he had traveled to an ancient world.

In this world, there are swordsmen who can open the sky with their swords, warriors who can break mountains with their fists, and of course, there are more common people who swallow wind and rain and do nothing.

He is neither a swordsman nor a farmer.

He is the seventh prince of Daning Kingdom.

His mother and concubine pampered him, his father indulged him, and he spent all day in sensuality and dissoluteness.

He should have had no chance of becoming the emperor, but by chance, he actually inherited the throne and became a swordsman, a warrior and the master of millions of people.

The dragon chair in the Jinluan Palace was cold and hard, and the night wind in the Weiyang Palace was damp and cold. He put away his playfulness and took care of government affairs personally, sleeping well at night and being happy at night, working diligently.

All officials praised him as an eternal wise king who would definitely lead Daning to prosperity!

The next year, the country fell and he hanged himself on a crooked neck tree.

The Daning Kingdom was in trouble, and he succeeded to the throne too late, and his political methods were far from brilliant, and he was unable to make a comeback.

What's more, the rebel army has a leader who is like a god in using troops and has unparalleled cultivation.

At the end of the dream, he saw the leader of the rebel army from the perspective of Qingtian Doll.

The crooked neck tree was planted on the cliff behind the imperial city. It was already dusk. The sun's disc was like a golden bead on a dragon's chair, falling to the dark ground. A light yellow cloud in the sky was like the silk tied around his neck. The wind blew against his body, the silk fabric rubbed against his neck and branches, and his voice was dry and harsh.

A figure in silver armor appeared on the mountain road ahead.

Blood blurred Xia Yuan's eyes, dyeing the orange light cast by the sunset crimson. This was the red carpet laid out by heaven and earth for Silver Armor, and she arrived on the bright red of victory.

She stood still in front of Xia Yuan, and the remaining light in the sky cast her shadow on Xia Yuan's body.

Xia Yuan narrowed his eyes and stared at his reminder. At the foot of the mountain, the fire in the palace was reflected in his eyes, burning the image of the man in silver armor, but it was useless no matter how hard he burned it.

Shining Armor slowly took off his helmet.

The red tassel on the top of the helmet swept away the cold air of late autumn and also swept across Xia Yuan's chest. He blinked and saw the face of his old enemy clearly.

The afterglow of the setting sun extinguished together with the flames of the palace. The moonlight shed a clear light, dispersing the blood and flames, groans and howls. Xia Yuan felt the tranquility of the night for the first time.

The eunuchs in the palace often compared him to the day to please him. Now, the sun has fallen, day has ended its reign, the moon has risen, and the long night is before his eyes.

It is not day, it cannot bring light and heat, it cannot rise as a glorious sun. His body is not strong enough, his eyebrows are not majestic enough, and his eyes do not have the light to burn the world.

The woman in front of her is undoubtedly the incarnation of the long night. She makes the moon wheel hang above the sky.

The darkness is her long hair, the moonlight is her skin, the stars are hidden in her lavender pupils, and silence is her gaze.

"Take it off and hang it on the city gate."

Her voice was like water dripping from a spring, clear and cold.

Is it this kind of person who destroyed his country?

Xia Yuan stared at the figure in front of him.

At this last moment, his thoughts no longer centered on his family, country, and world, nor did he dwell on the pain and reluctance of death. He returned to the time before he succeeded to the throne, to the days when there were no taboos and he was indulgent.

"Your Majesty, he is still angry!" The rebels from Zha Xia Yuan reported to their queen.

The woman in silver armor walked forward slowly, turning her ear to Xia Yuan's purring lips to listen to the former emperor's last words.

Xia Yuan spit out his last remaining thoughts: "Look at the legs."

The silver sword pierced his chest, soaking the dark soil red. He coughed a few mouthfuls of blood, laughed dryly, and his consciousness sank into the distant night.

……

Suddenly getting up from the bed, Xia Yuan touched his neck with one hand and his chest with the other. There were no strangulation marks, no blood holes, and no pain. It was all just a dream - was it?

He looked at the curtain beside the bed, at the silk pajamas on his body, at his fair and slender hands, and then tugged at the long black hair behind his head.

When did my bed have curtains? When did my pajamas become so high-end?

Damn, did you really travel through time?

A burst of panic surged out of his chest. The panic was not about the time travel itself, but—

Why do my hands look so beautiful? How come I have long hair?

I won’t travel through time and become a woman!

He kicked off the quilt, pulled off his nightgown, and breathed a sigh of relief.

A false alarm.

"Your Highness?" A soft voice sounded outside the curtain.

Xia Yuan looked towards the direction of the sound through the curtain, and a group of memories emerged from the depths of his consciousness, which was the past of this body.

Outside the curtain is my maid.

"Nothing." He said in a normal tone.

"Did your Highness have a nightmare?" the maid asked again without leaving.

In his memory, the maid's name emerged - Hanyue, the name he had given her when he was a child.

This woman, who is three years older than him, has been with him since he was five years old. Although she is a maid, her affection is stronger than that of most relatives.

"Yeah." He sat up.

Between the golden bed curtains, a white arm reached out, opened a gap, and Han Yue got in.

Even though he knew the maid's appearance from his memory, Xia Yuan was still stunned, fascinated by her beauty.

It was the same as the woman in silver armor in the dream, and the coldness of the long night, but it had a completely different temperament, like the sun disk in winter, soft and warm.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, supported Xia Yuan's shoulders, and guided him to rest comfortably on her lap.

She put her hands into her arms and warmed them, then gently placed them beside the boy's ears and pressed his head.

"What did Your Highness dream about?" she asked.

"Dreaming about the past and the future." Xia Yuan had already clarified the situation.

The dream was true, he had indeed traveled to a different world and became the seventh prince of Daning Kingdom.

There was also something omitted in the dream. He did not replace the Seventh Prince. Xia Yuan on Earth was his previous life, and Seventh Prince Xia Yuan was his current life.

He just awakened the memories of his past life and got rough information about the future.

What caused him to awaken his memory and predict the future was something he was very familiar with but also very unfamiliar.

Closing his eyes and peering into himself with a sense of meditation, he saw a goose-yellow mirror in the darkness.

The mirror surface is misty, with mysterious runes engraved on the back and handle. It is densely packed, but not messy. Instead, it has a mysterious beauty, which seems to contain unknown laws. After looking at it for a long time, it seems that the mind has been sucked in.

In his previous life, he had used this mirror countless times - in the game.

The Time Treasure Mirror is an important prop in the open world adventure game "Ascension" and is nicknamed the Little Yellow Mirror by players.

Version 3.1 was launched and could only be used in plot missions at first. It could reveal the whereabouts of NPCs the day before and be used to solve crimes.

In version 5.3, the little yellow mirror has further unlocked the function of seeing past and present lives, and can also be used outside of plot missions.

The function sounds great, but like all games that claim to be rich in plot, except for some main NPCs, the past and present lives of other NPCs are similar.

After freshening two small versions, Xia Yuan threw the mirror into the warehouse.

In the game, this little yellow mirror is interesting, but not much.

However, players have high expectations for this little yellow mirror.

Some research experts have speculated based on clues in the game that the little yellow mirror not only has the function of peeking into other people's past and future, but also has the ability to travel in.

Many research parties assert that in a few major versions, players will be able to go to the past and future of NPCs through this mirror!

However, before Xia Yuan's death, the game had been updated to 7.2, and there was no official news in this regard.

Unexpectedly, he came to this world with this treasure mirror of time.

What is the use of this little yellow mirror?