Jiaping didn't care how wronged the little eunuch felt. She just waited outside the imperial study. No matter how others tried to dissuade her, she didn't leave.

She knew in her heart that it was as others said. Father Emperor didn't want to see her, but she was lucky. She felt that perhaps Father Emperor cared about her.

The little eunuch didn't know what to do with her. He went inside and reported to the Emperor, "Her Highness is still standing outside …"

The Emperor coldly frowned, "If she wants to wait, then she can wait outside. You don't need to pay attention to her anymore. She's really spoiled to the point where she doesn't know her limits." He threw out these words. His words clearly contained some anger towards Jiaping.

When the servants saw this situation, they kept quiet out of fear and didn't dare to speak.

The sun gradually set, and the light that shone into the room gradually dimmed. The little eunuch cleverly lit the candles, and the room was brightly lit.

The Emperor rubbed his eyebrows, slightly reducing the fatigue from bending over the desk for a long time.

He suddenly thought of something and glanced outside the window. "Has Jiaping gone back?" He asked the little eunuch standing by the side.

"Her Highness, she …"

"Forget it, zhen knows."

***

The third day of the winter moon

The sky was hazy, the night had just faded, and the clouds revealed the faint light of dawn.

The cold desert was illuminated, and the air was filled with bone-chilling coldness.

Xiao Shijing didn't expect that he would step into the enemy's trap. He also didn't expect that Zhao Yan's party would be willing to give up a city to collude with the Ethnic North.

The situation in front of him couldn't be clearer. He had no choice but to believe it. He only hated himself for underestimating Zhao Yan's ruthlessness and forcing him to this point.

He pulled the reins tightly. His face was cold and solemn. He waved his sword and decisively cut down the incoming enemies.

A mere eight hundred people against the three thousand people sent by the Ethnic North to ambush him.

The sharp sword in his hand danced with cold light, cutting down countless arrows. The horse under him neighed and raised its hooves to break through the enemy's encirclement, kicking up sand and dust.

He acted decisively. For a moment, it was difficult for the enemy to get close.

Xiao Shijing's eyebrows were as sharp as knives. The side of his face was stained with blood, which added to his cold and murderous aura.

He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and forced another person to retreat. The sound of wind whistled past Hou Er's ears as a cold arrow shot towards him. His gaze turned cold as he quickly changed the direction of his sword.

However, in the blink of an eye, arrows were shot from all directions. The timing was wrong, and he was unable to block in time. An arrow pierced his back.

His sword momentum did not stop. He held the long sword firmly in his hand and cut down a sneak attacker. Swift and fierce, the edge of the sword was blood-red, making people tremble in fear.

However, as time passed, the eight hundred people were unable to withstand the siege of a few thousand people. Their numbers decreased sharply, and it was clear that they were unable to stop the decline.

When there were only a hundred people left in the bloody battle, the enemy general revealed a ferocious and complacent smile. Holding the three-foot-long saber in his hand, he waved it around vigorously, and his fighting spirit grew stronger.

"Surrender, Xiao Shijing. Stop resisting stubbornly!"

The man laughed loudly as he cut off a person's arm. However, it was obvious that he was contemptuous. It was as if he was waiting for the handsome general in black armor and white feathers to cry and beg for mercy and surrender.

Xiao Shijing's eyes gradually turned cold. His face was cold, and he looked like a god under the sunlight. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and there was a hint of mockery in his voice. "In your dreams!"

However, he knew that his clothes were already soaked in blood. With every swing of his sword, blood flowed out from the wounds on his body, and the blood that had not yet dried was wet again.

The web between his thumb and index finger that had been holding the sword for a long time was cracked. It was numb and trembling slightly, but he did not show it. He calmly and unhurriedly blocked every attack.

***

Fourth Moon placed the last stitch and knotted the thread carefully. He then bit off the excess end of the thread carefully.

She shook the dress that she had just finished, and a satisfied smile appeared on her pale face.

She changed into the dress. When she came out again, she saw that she was wearing a bright red dress. She had personally embroidered the pattern of mandarin ducks and pomegranates on the edge of the dress. It was clearly a wedding dress.

She applied a thin layer of rouge on herself. A faint red color appeared on her snow-white skin, reducing some of her coldness.

There were not many decorations on her head. She only tied it with a red hair band and let it hang down behind her. Her black hair intertwined with the red satin.

She had sent Bai Lan out to buy things early on and would not be back for a while. Thus, she was the only one left in the empty courtyard.

She took out a pot of wine and chuckled.

Bai Lan was usually very strict. It was not easy for her to secretly hide such a pot. Today, she could finally drink to her heart's content.

She raised her head and took a big gulp. Her eyes curved into crescents as she smiled, showing a bit of childish craftiness.

She leisurely strolled to the stone table in the middle of the courtyard and steadied herself with the help of an unknown flower tree.

She thought that she might be a bit drunk. This body was not good at drinking. She suddenly felt the alcohol burn from her throat to her heart, burning her chest until it was boiling.

"Ruan Ruan, Yan Yi told me that Ah Shi wants to marry you."

"He has been preparing for a long time. He always wanted to tell you." Si Yue held the wine pot and casually took a sip.

Xiao Shijing had always wanted to marry her, whether it was in her previous life or this life.

However, in her previous life, he died before he could find her. This time …

Pei Ruan had made a wish to her in the illusion. He said that he wanted to marry her and be his wife, and that they would be bound together in life and death.

This was the first time that this girl, who had lived a lowly and weak life, had such a big selfish desire. She wanted to tightly hold onto someone, even if it was only for a moment.

Si Yue narrowed her eyes.

She was drunk. At this time, the poison in the wine had taken effect. Gradually, a sharp pain came from her chest. However, perhaps because she was drunk, the pain became somewhat vague.

She leaned back in the rocking chair and lifted the wine pot to drink. However, she found that the pot was empty. Thus, she shook it a few times and impatiently threw it to the side, ignoring it.

After a moment of silence, she did not know why, but a trace of coldness suddenly fell from the corner of her eyes and ran down her cheeks and wet her hair.

She felt the sudden tears and blankly raised her hand to touch them.

"Ruan Ruan … You must be very happy." She revealed a faint smile.

***

The silver-white armor on his body was in tatters, and a long sword had pierced through his chest. The person holding the sword sneered as he fiercely stirred the sword a few times at the exposed flesh before suddenly pulling it out. Blood continuously gushed out from the stirred wound, dyeing the entire breastplate red.

Xiao Shijing's brows showed that he was enduring the pain. The endless battle and the endless enemies had worn down his strength little by little. His sword movements gradually became numb and sluggish. He had removed all his defenses, and it was as if he was just relying on his instincts to carry out the slaughter.

Suddenly, as if he sensed something, he turned around and looked in a certain direction.

The soldiers of the Ethnic North saw that the God of Death in front of them had suddenly stopped his sword for some reason and immediately shot arrows at him.

Hundreds of arrows flew through the air, densely packed and terrifying. Sure enough, these arrows did not meet the obstruction of the swords and sabers, piercing deeply into the flesh.

"Puchi!" Several sounds were heard.

His body was full of arrows and he no longer had the strength to fight back.

However, he did not seem to feel it. He knelt on the ground and stared blankly at something in the distance.

***

Bai Lan was somewhat puzzled as to why Miss was so interested in asking her to go out and buy these useless trinkets. However, in the end, she listened to her and specially went to the market.

It rarely snowed in the southern towns, but it was very strange that it began to snow early this morning. The villagers could not help but click their tongues in amazement.

Heavy snow fell like catkins flying in the wind. By the time she returned, a thin layer of snow had accumulated on the ground, covering the dark gray stone slabs with pure white snow.

Bai Lan carried the things she had bought and walked all the way, leaving footprints of varying depths, which were quickly covered by the falling snow.

She did not buy everything, so she felt a little uneasy. She thought that it would be better to come back early to take care of Miss.

However, as soon as she opened the door, she was shocked by the scene in front of her.

Si Yue was wearing a red dress that was like a blazing fire. The tail of her dress was long and winding on the ground, which was somewhat dazzling in the snowy courtyard.

Bai Lan's heart skipped a beat. Seeing that she did not move, she hurriedly ran forward.

When she got closer, she realized that Si Yue's hair and body had already accumulated a thick layer of snow. It had not melted at all. There was still a trace of a gentle smile on her face, as if she was having a good dream.

Bai Lan tried to check her breathing.

After a long while, it finally fell.

***

When Pei Ruan's body was no longer alive, she returned to the space that the system had specially prepared for her.

She briefly glanced at the screen used to observe the small world in the space and learned a few things that happened later.

After Xiao Shijing's death, the Great Cheng Country and the Ethnic North fought a war. In the end, the Great Cheng Country was defeated and ceded five cities to seek peace.

Zhao Yan and the others blamed the defeat on Xiao Shijing and framed him for having an affair with the Ethnic North.

They concealed the true cause of Xiao Shijing's death and only said that his treason had been leaked and that he had tried to silence the witnesses and had been mistakenly killed by others.

However, Yan Yi believed that there was something else hidden. After some investigation, she finally found the truth and cleared Xiao Shijing's name.

As for Zhao Yan and the others, they were sentenced to death for deceiving the emperor and plotting to murder an important official of the imperial court.

She did not look into the other matters in detail. With this result, her heart was at ease.

"System, what's the next task?"

No one answered, but the screen in front of her suddenly turned white. Then, with a whoosh, it changed into a new scene.

In the scene was a young girl who seemed somewhat ill at ease and nervously tugged at her dress.

She was startled by the screen. After seeing Si Yue, her face revealed a look of surprise. Her mouth opened slightly as if she was about to cry out in surprise, but she quickly covered her mouth.