Jiang Yue didn't feel that he was tired after carrying him all the way. She lay on his back, yawning, feeling a little sleepy but not wanting to go to sleep.

Once you walk back to the vicinity of the main house, you'll see people.

Several pairs of eyes involuntarily turned to look at her, their expressions filled with indescribable complexity.

Jiang Yue asked Zhou Ji to put her down, and Gu Chen seized the opportunity to come forward. Before he could even open his mouth, someone asked in a joking tone, "Miss Jiang, did you hurt your leg?"

They were all carried back.

It was either a leg injury or an ankle injury.

It's unlikely that she would suddenly be carried around by someone else for no reason.

The one who spoke was a young man, very handsome, dressed in a suit and tie, who also looked quite dashing.

Jiang Yue didn't recognize her and said, "No."

Does it look strange that Zhou Ji is carrying her? What's the big deal?

The young man belatedly realized his tactlessness, calmly smiled, and awkwardly complimented, "Mr. Zhou has excellent stamina."

Jiang Yue usually has a blank expression when she's around people she doesn't know well.

They appear aloof and unapproachable.

Gu Chen looked at Leng Bingbing's cold expression and found it quite pleasing; she was reserved and proud, and no matter how you looked at her, she was still charming.

Ever since Jiang Yue and Zhou Ji's divorce became public, Gu Chen has never called her "sister-in-law" again.

However, overly affectionate terms of address are also inappropriate.

He had just stepped forward when his words were cut off. Zhou Ji raised his eyelids and glanced at him indifferently, asking, "Where is Fu Qingnian?"

Gu Chen raised an eyebrow: "I'm not quite sure."

Why ask him?

Where else can we go?

He's probably off secretly "dating" his sister-in-law.

Gu Chen looked at Zhou Ji with a smile. He didn't believe that Zhou Ji would care about Fu Qingnian's whereabouts for no reason. People would only ask where someone was buried after they died.

Jiang Yue looked around but couldn't find Fu Qingnian, and Ning Zhi had also disappeared.

She and Zhou Ji's friends never really had much to say to each other.

Since Ning Zhi wasn't there, Jiang Yue went upstairs to rest.

The manor has a beautiful and secluded environment, with a large area of ​​roses in the backyard, and you can smell the fragrance of the flowers as soon as you open the glass window.

From the second-floor window, you can still touch the long, towering branches.

The trees are lush and green, and the treetops rustle in the wind, making it seem not like spring, but rather that a warm and bright summer is just around the corner.

Jiang Yue opened the window to let in some fresh air, and a gentle breeze lifted the off-white floor-length curtains.

She had just finished riding a horse and was sweating, so she took a shower, changed into a close-fitting nightgown, and snuggled into the soft blankets.

Jiang Yue hadn't ridden a horse in a long time, and the exertion she had just endured had left her arms a little sore. She quickly relaxed on the mattress and fell asleep.

She always dreamed of red palace walls, high eaves, and the scene of herself standing on the city tower gazing into the distance.

Sometimes I would dream of myself nestled on my mother's lap, innocently and playfully teasing her, or of arguing and bickering with my younger brother.

In conclusion.

Jiang Yue rarely dreams of Zhou Fuwei's mansion.

Even for this person, the fragments she saw were few, like pieces cut into pieces, each lasting only a short moment.

This was the second time she had dreamed of Zhou Fuwei's mansion.

Quiet and solemn.

Just like him.

It was pitch black and pressed down heavily, making it difficult to even breathe.

Everyone in this mansion seemed to be walking on thin ice.

Jiang Yue actually understands men's desire for power. Even she, a woman, wants to hold power in the dynasty.

Only with power can one do what one wants.

She saw that the once dark room was suddenly lit with candles, and in no time, the corridor was also filled with lights, as if it were the light of a newly lit day.

Everyone had a serious expression on their face.

I held my breath, not daring to even breathe loudly.

They hurried toward the front yard, as if something major had happened.

Jiang Yue saw Zhou Fuwei again, but unlike his usual calm demeanor, his expression was clearly tense and pale. Perhaps it was because of the cold weather, but even the candlelight reflecting on his face seemed cold. The man's skin was pale, and he spoke sharply, his voice unsteady and his breath trembling: "Tell him to stop."

"Have him come back right now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man bent over and coughed violently. The blood on his handkerchief resembled blooming red plum blossoms, the scattered red and white spots making it even more frightening.

Zhou Fuwei raised his cold, pale face, swallowed the blood in his throat expressionlessly, and uttered, "Prepare the horses."

Looking at his master's cold expression, the confidant felt his heart sink and immediately went to fetch the horse.

The night was deep and dark.

Not even a sliver of moonlight remained.

The man mounted the horse, raised his long whip, and lashed it hard across the horse's back. With a cry of pain, the horse flew off as he had wished.

However, Zhou Fuwei preferred quiet, and his residence was located in a secluded place far from the palace gates. He rode his horse and braved his way to the palace gates.

As Jiang Yue watched him knock on the palace gates late at night, her impression of Zhou Fuwei deepened. This man was indeed arrogant and disrespectful. In the dead of night, without even a palace token, he tried to break into the palace. He truly did not take the people in the palace seriously.

The guards outside the city gates were the Imperial Guards.

The imperial guards' token was still in her father's hands, so the guards naturally refused to let Zhou Fuwei in. It wasn't court time, and he hadn't been summoned, so how could he be allowed to make the decision?

"Sir, please return."

"It's not even dawn yet, and there's no news from the palace. Please go back home and don't make things difficult for us."

The guards were impartial and incorruptible. Although they had long heard of the regent's formidable reputation, he hadn't brought anyone with him tonight, and there wasn't even a shadow of a follower in sight.

Then it's not so scary anymore.

The man picked up the long sword tucked at his waist, and the murderous intent in his eyes was terrifying. Fortunately, the night was thick and his expression was not very clear. Otherwise, the two guards would have noticed that Zhou Fuwei's expression was no different from that of a demon crawling out of purgatory.

His skin was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The guards also drew their swords, and seeing him draw his sword, they dared not let him in.

"Does Lord Zhou intend to rebel?!"

Their response was a swift and clean sword strike that grazed their necks; a few inches deeper would have severed their heads on the spot.

The man's patience seemed to have run out. Not wanting to waste any more words, he coldly withdrew his gaze and forced his way into the palace gates.

He entered the inner palace, dressed in black, exuding a strong killing intent. Under the cover of night, no one dared to stop him.

Jiang Yue looked at Zhou Fuwei, who seemed to have been devoured by a demon.

She thought about it and realized she had no idea that Zhou Fuwei had actually broken into the palace gates at night.

No, no.

How could she not know about something so important?

Such blasphemous behavior would be met with condemnation from anyone who heard it; she couldn't possibly be unaware of it, unless…

Unless she is already dead.

Jiang Yue watched as Zhou Fuwei walked step by step to the princess's palace. He stood outside the palace gate, holding a sword with the tip touching the ground, and then he stopped.

Jiang Yue thought to herself, oh, so this was the night she died a violent death.