After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

Xuanyuan Zhuo, who was temporarily unable to reveal his whereabouts, only took some silver from the garden and rented another house.

Right by the sea, the sun rises and the moon sets, and the sound of the sea tide is quiet and peaceful.

From then on, Xuanyuan Zhuo made up his mind to stay at home and continue writing.

It was not until half a year later that she finally wrote down everything she had seen and heard over the past century and compiled it into a book.

And the next day happened to be the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In the past, the fifteenth day of every year was a very lively time in the imperial capital.

There are fireworks, crowds of people, lights and decorations, and a Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet.

It seemed as if it was a commentary on her journey home.

After packing up his bags and going out, Xuanyuan Zhuo thought that he had plenty of time. Coincidentally, the 15th day of the eighth month in Chuyue was also very lively and interesting, so he strolled leisurely, biting on hot, freshly-baked sugar cakes, guessing riddles on lanterns, and watching the show in the teahouse.

When we returned to the imperial capital, it was the night of Mid-Autumn Festival.

Xuanyuan Zhuo went back to the imperial city again and met the current Lord of Daqi.

However, in Yongle Palace, Emperor Qi, who was supposed to be resting behind the curtains of the imperial couch, attacked with his sword faster than she did! !

There was a loud clang! The two swords clashed, one attacking and one blocking, and they were evenly matched!

Suddenly, in the stern confrontation in Yongle Hall.

Xuanyuan Zhuo was homesick and glanced at the silver sword that the young Emperor Qi was holding tightly in his hand.

The sword blade was sharp and cold, and the words of life and death engraved on the hilt were very familiar to her.

"Xuanyuan Yin, if we really fight for our lives, you can't beat me, so don't waste your energy." Xuanyuan Zhuo felt that as an elder, she should take care of the younger generation, not to mention that this is her great-nephew. "Does it look familiar to me? Hint: the portrait in Changle Palace."

Emperor Qi recognized the woman in the crimson skirt who broke into the palace at night and treated the imperial guards as nothing at first sight.

Shock, surprise, and a bit of inhumane deterrence.

The oral instructions passed down from my great-grandfather, Emperor Zhaojing, were all true.

Emperor Zhaojing, who was feared by everyone, was actually a knowledgeable and gentle great-grandfather.

When he was young, he was often held in the arms of Emperor Zhaojing, where he learned to read and write and practice sword and martial arts.

Especially in July every year, when the summer is at its peak, Emperor Zhaojing liked to stay in Changle Palace for a while and talk to him about old things that happened many, many years ago.

When Emperor Zhaojing was dying, he repeatedly told him to keep Changle Palace intact.

"Zhuozhuo, I will be back."

"She will definitely come home with very interesting stories."

His mind raced, Xuanyuan Ji quickly calmed himself down and looked at this great-aunt who could be said to have come back from the dead without leaving any trace.

She raised her hand and casually pressed down the cold sword in his hand.

Then, the woman in the crimson skirt stuffed the letter and a jade pendant she carried with her into his hands.

"Sit down, Aunt Zeng, I have something extremely important to tell you."

After handing over the letter, Xuanyuan Zhuo immediately breathed a sigh of relief and stared at the cold and unruly young man.

"You must take a close look at this note. If you understand it, you can burn it or hide it. It's up to you."

"There is one thing I need to remind you of. When I was young, the Holy Sun Empress taught me this: We, the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan, must uphold the principle of - use it or not? Yes, we can discuss this later. But we must figure it out and grasp it in our hands."

Hearing this, he quickly glanced over the information about Xuanyuan Ji in the letter and felt a surge of fear in his heart.

This jade pendant belongs to Princess Shenghua and it is real.

With his sharp eyebrows knitted tightly, the young man asked, "Is it all true?"

"It's all true. Just as the notes say, the land between heaven and earth there is filled with majestic spiritual energy, but it's definitely not auspicious clouds rising, beautiful mountains and clear waters, or birds singing and flowers blooming. As far as the eye can see, there are only dark clouds and thick fog. There are constant thunder and thunder, wind and rain, and occasionally the sky is clear, but you have to be alert at all times, because the black thunder that falls from the sky can directly crush you to ashes."

"And there, whether it's those monsters, or, they..."

"There are only two camps. I, the prey... and the others, the hunters..."

The young Emperor Qi asked again, "Is it the Colosseum?"

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Zhuo laughed and said, "Horrible, bloody, cruel. You describe it very accurately."

Mercy? Mercy? Compassion? Pity and kindness?

There, not existing.

After a long silence, Xuanyuan Zhuo said, "I should go now. This note is a gift from Aunt Zeng to you."

“…………” The young Emperor Qi looked at the woman in the crimson skirt, whose figure gradually became transparent.

His thoughts were confused, but he clenched the note and asked, "If that place is as you said, why do you want to leave? Isn't it better to stay? ... I have issued an imperial decree, saying that you are the blood of the long-missing Princess Shenghua."

"If I live here, I will die." Xuanyuan Zhuo pursed her lips and chuckled, revealing her biggest secret.

Before he finished speaking, the young Emperor Qi witnessed with his own eyes a living person disappear in front of him.

The Yongle Hall is filled with the scent of incense and is as peaceful as ever.

All that was left was the scroll in his hand.