After rebirth, the domineering empress chased her husband

"I agree. If you recover your memory and I am still the one you love, then we can grow old together. If not, I will let you go. I have already let down my dearest one in the past. Now, I will not let down the one who sleeps beside me again."

As she said this she lowered her head, feeling extremely guilty.

Even though I visited my sister many times, I always looked at her from afar.

Seeing her current predicament, she became even more unable to sleep or eat.

Xiao Tianling took the teacup, held her arm in his hand and stared at her.

"I will also fulfill your wish. Remember you said before that there was always a figure lingering in your mind. And now."

As he said this, he looked at Nan Jiu.

"And now that I've found him, I'll help you."

As he said this, he slowly walked out the door.

The patriarch shouted.

"rain."

Rain was the name she gave him when she saw him.

Xiao Tianling turned around and showed an enchanting smile.

"Don't worry! I'll wait for you to recover. Remember, I'll also wait for you to make a satisfactory choice."

The patriarch nodded.

When looking back.

Seeing the child in Nanjiu’s arms.

Sighed.

"I know what you mean, but, as you saw, the antidote was lost after I saved it, so I can't do anything to help you." After saying this, she lowered her head.

After going through so much, she is no longer the young and hot-tempered girl who would do anything for fame and power.

If I hadn't been so obsessed with becoming the clan leader and forced my sister away, her life wouldn't have been so hard.

Just thinking about it made her feel sad, and guilt filled her head all the time.

A feeling of depression emanates from the whole body.

But the big mistake has been made. All we can do now is to do more good deeds to reduce the guilt.

After hearing this, Leng Hanyan's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

His body went limp and he fell to the ground.

"My daughter is hopeless. No, I don't believe it. I don't believe it."

After she finished speaking, she knelt on the ground, came to the patriarch on her knees, grabbed the hem of her clothes with both hands, and her eyes were filled with tears.

"I beg you, there must be a way, right? There must be a way, right? Since there is an antidote in the world, there must be a prescription to cure it, right? Right?"

The patriarch was helpless and stared at her with sympathy.

A face full of helplessness.

In desperation, he turned to his uncle for help.

"Uncle, she is right. If there is an antidote, there must be a formula for it. Uncle is highly respected, so he must know where the formula is."

The patriarch had just finished speaking.

Leng Hanyan knelt in front of her uncle.

A glimmer of hope appeared on his face from despair.

"Uncle, please, tell me where the prescription is."

Uncle lowered his head and looked into the cold eyes that were filled with worry for his mother, his brows furrowed.

He bent down and helped her to stand up.

Then he stroked his beard calmly.

After thinking for a moment.

"Your daughter, the three-day deadline has come, right?"

"Hmm, yes."

"The current prescription is still missing one ingredient. Although it cannot cure the poison, it can prolong life."

"Uncle, do you know where the missing part of the last prescription is?"

My uncle shook his head.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have watched the Second Miss take the medicine to save others."

"Alas. However, if it can be prolonged, it is fine. Since we can prepare the antidote, we only need one medicine. I believe this medicine must be in the valley."

"That's true, but for hundreds of years, no one has dared to risk their lives to try it."

After that, everyone fell into deep thought again.

She looked back.

"Hubby, let's go back quickly and get the prescription filled. It will be too late if we are any later."

After Leng Hanyan finished speaking, she stared at Nan Jiu.

"it is good."

The two were anxiously planning to return to their uncle's house.

Unexpectedly, the patriarch shouted quickly.

"No need to go, Uncle's house, you can stay here. Uncle, quickly tell them to find the prescription and the medicine on it, there is no time to lose, hurry up."

"Yes. Chieftain."

After my uncle turned around and went out.

The house was terribly awkward.

After the patriarch finished speaking, he stared at Nan Jiu with his eyes fixed.

Nan Jiu's face was as cold as an iceberg, holding the child in his arms, unmoved.

See Nan Jiu standing there stupidly.

"Come with me, holding the child!"

After saying that, the clan leader led the way, and Nan Jiu followed behind with the child in his arms.

The patriarch came to the side stone door and pressed the button gently, and the stone door slowly opened.

Inside was a stone bed, surrounded by flowers and plants, and covered with wild animal skins.

Pillow sewn with white fur.

Nan Jiu carried the child to the bed and put him down.

"Please get out of the way. Women are the ones who need to take care of the children."

Nanjiu didn't say anything.

The patriarch sat on the bed, covered the child with a fur blanket, and raised his hand to touch the child's forehead.

After touching it, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Look back.

"Don't worry, baby, as long as you take the medicine, I promise you'll be fine."

When he looked back at Nan Jiushi, the look in his eyes spoke for itself.

Treat Leng Hanyan, the child’s biological mother, as if she doesn’t exist.

The complicated expression made Leng Hanyan start to think wildly.

Nanbeijiu didn't feel anything wrong at all when faced with a face that looked exactly like his wife.

Afterwards, the patriarch covered the child with a quilt and slowly sat down on the stone bench.

It was as if he was possessed in an instant.

He stared at Nan Jiu with loving eyes.

"I only remember a few fragments of memories from my life. Suddenly one day I entered chaos, watching another soul occupy my body. I couldn't go in, and couldn't go far. I just watched things happen bit by bit, until you stabbed my body with your own hands. At that moment, I felt heartache and endless sadness. From that moment on, my soul has been drifting until I came here."

After saying this, she looked around meaningfully.

Twisted lips and smiled bitterly.

Then he continued, "In my life, fate has left me with two memories, one is when I first met that little boy, and the other is you. I don't know what love is, let alone what love is, but in this short life, it is an obsession that makes me have to find that obsessive and illusory feeling."

After saying this, she lowered her head, and inexplicable tears slowly dripped onto the skin on the back of her flat hand.

The tears rolled down to the hem of her trouser legs, instantly turning them into circles.

Seeing her so sad, Nanbeijiu didn't know how to comfort her, but it brought his thoughts back to the scene when he raised the knife and stabbed it into her heart with his own hands.

He felt a sudden sense of guilt and took a few steps to her side. He didn't care about Leng Hanyan behind him and pressed the clan leader's head in his arms.

He felt guilty all his life for killing the person he loved most with his own hands, but in that situation, he had no choice.

Behind.

The cold smoke followed the memories, and my heart was surging like a tide, turning into an uproarious sea.

It turns out that they have always coexisted with the host in this way in the North.

But they have the same faces but different hearts, so how can they like the same person at the same time?

Could it be.

She didn't want to think too much at the moment, she just wanted to be quiet.

The most difficult thing to explain in the world is the relationship between men and women.

Complex, coexistence and symbiosis, hurting each other, but also saving each other.

She slowly walked outside the house and took a leisurely walk.

The mist is filled among the flowers and plants, your feet are on the exquisite stone slabs and the blue sky is above your head. The magical scenery around you makes you feel like you are in a fairyland.

In the past, all she wanted in her life was to find a wonderful sight, to be with someone hand in hand, and to be together for the rest of her life.

Men farm and women weave, they do not seek wealth or glory, they only seek to be together day by day.

Until life ends.

Now, love has its due date, life has its end, but the soul has nowhere to go in this world. After so many years, no one can accompany you for life after life.

Even though the body and mind have a home, the soul will always walk alone.

She was exhausted both physically and mentally.

Suddenly, a sound from the side hit my eardrum.

"When will we meet?"

It sounded like a cell phone voice.