Jin Yuwan left with her nanny.

Dao Qing was also pushed out by A Yuan and waited outside the door.

"Jiaojiao..."

The soft "jiaojiao" that came from his mouth carried a tenderness that was as deep and enduring as the sea.

Jiang Jiaojiao was instantly captivated.

I was already powerless against that devilishly handsome face, and then there's that alluring and seductive voice...tsk tsk tsk...imagine a fluffy little fox begging for a hug and acting cute.

I can't take it anymore!

"I'm fine, it was just a dream."

After Jiang Jiaojiao finished speaking, her face involuntarily paled a few degrees, still feeling lingering fear.

"Dream?"

He reached out and touched her forehead, his voice filled with worry and heartache, "Was it a terrifying nightmare?"

Jiang Jiaojiao's face paled even more, and she was also somewhat unable to control her fear.

She instinctively avoided his gaze.

If he knew she was a ghost who had been resurrected after death, would he mistake her for a monster or demon...?

Sensing her hesitation and fear, he reached out and took her cold, trembling hand, then gently pressed his face against it, his eyes filled with dependence and longing.

"Jiaojiao..."

"My life was given to me by you, so it belongs to you. No matter what happens, I will always be by your side."

Bang--

As these words fell, Jiang Jiaojiao felt as if something had struck her heart heavily, like the fireworks that filled the sky on the night of the Dragon Boat Festival—hot, warm, and full.

His dark hair was wrapped around her fingertips.

A sentence suddenly popped into her mind, and before she could stop herself, she blurted it out.

"I wish to find one heart to love, and stay together until our hair turns white."

His eyes widened instantly, filled with uncontrollable joy. His dark eyes shone brighter than the most brilliant stars in the night sky. A thousand words were condensed into a soft, lingering murmur, "Jiaojiao..."

then……

A pair of burning lips pressed against her brow, "Jiaojiao...to the Yellow Springs or the Azure Heaven, I will follow you in life and death."

Jiang Jiaojiao looked up; in his eyes, there was only her.

At that moment, she suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of courage and laid everything bare.

"Ayan... I had a dream."

"I dreamt that I died, and you died too... I drifted and drifted for a long, long time... When I woke up, I saw you."

Jiang Jiaojiao described their past life, their ending, and everyone's ending, word by word...

When she got angry, her fingernails almost dug her palms raw.

When he spoke of his regrets, tears fell like beads from a broken string, one by one, striking his heart.

He couldn't help but pull her into his arms, "Jiaojiao... I'm here, I will never let this dream come true."

"Do you believe me?"

Jiang Jiaojiao suddenly looked up.

Her eyes were filled with disbelief. He had actually believed her without even asking?

"letter."

His answer came without the slightest hesitation.

Jiang Jiaojiao thought he hadn't understood, so she asked again seriously, "If this dream could be real, you...you would believe it?"

The words had barely left his mouth.

Jiang Jiaojiao finally saw his expression suddenly turn cold, and a pang of pain rose in her heart. How many people in the world could accept such a bizarre thing as death and rebirth?

She slowly tried to pull her hand away from his grasp.

However, the hand holding her suddenly tightened, pulling her up abruptly and drawing her into a tight embrace. The once gentle voice now held a chilling edge: "If all of this is true, then I will make those who hurt Jiaojiao pay a thousandfold price!"

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The heartache abruptly stopped, and Jiang Jiaojiao felt an indescribable surge of emotion.

She stared wide-eyed at the man before her, trying to find a trace of deception or suspicion in his eyes, but all she saw was endless tenderness and trust.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the whole world seemed to consist only of the two of them.

Jiang Jiaojiao could clearly feel the emotions contained in his gaze—a love and care that could not be described in words.

This moment.

Jiang Jiaojiao's heart completely melted into his tenderness. In her past life, no matter how much she acted recklessly, she could not gain the trust and love of her father, her brother, or the person she admired.

Those missing, unattainable loves.

They flocked to her, filling her heart completely, leaving no room for anything else.

“Ayan…”

Jiang Jiaojiao buried herself in his arms, her heart pounding with anxiety, but finally settling down with peace of mind.

Why do you trust me so much?

"Aren't you afraid I'm a demon or monster, possessing your body and resurrecting?"

Jiang Jiaojiao asked the question she feared most.

His gentleness remained unchanged: "If you are a demon, I will become a demon; if you are a ghost, I will... cultivate into a spirit and be with you."

"I will never let anyone hurt or bully you."

“Ayan…”

Jiang Jiaojiao was so moved she didn't know what to do, but she felt she should do something, so she closed her eyes and kissed him.

His lips were cold and trembling, but in an instant, they transformed into a passionate kiss, like a long-suppressed flame that swept across his lips.

She felt like she was suffocating, but she couldn't resist the wonderful feeling. With her last bit of strength, she gently pushed him away, gasping for breath, her face flushed.

"You... what do you mean, what if that dream becomes reality?"

Jiang Jiaojiao suddenly spoke.

She hadn't had those nightmares in a long time.

Because of her words, he fell into deep thought, "Perhaps... this dream is a warning."

"What's the meaning?"

Jiang Jiaojiao was taken aback.

He looked at Jiang Jiaojiao with a strange expression, as if he were amazed or curious. "Yesterday, the Imperial Preceptor said that there was an evil spirit in the palace, which was suppressing the Empress and was hindering the country's fortune and offending the imperial heir. The imperial heir must move south to cultivate in peace in order to be safe."

"You mean the Imperial Concubine?!"

Jiang Jiaojiao suddenly stood up.

The Imperial Advisor? The Sixth Prince, Brahma? Why is he targeting Little Jinjin?

Li Yan nodded, "This morning at court, the officials collectively petitioned, for the sake of the Empress's health and the fate of the nation, to ask the Consort to move to another palace."

Although he did not attend court, news from the court was constantly being sent to him.

Jiang Jiaojiao's expression changed drastically.

South Hall...

That was Xiao Jinjin's residence in her previous life, and it was there that she was falsely accused of having an affair with the Third Prince and was sentenced to death.

Is this... just a coincidence?

"Jiaojiao, what's wrong?"

Li Yan held her hand and found that her hand, which had just warmed up, had become cold again.

Jiang Jiaojiao grabbed his arm with her other hand, "In my dream, the Imperial Concubine died in the South Palace!"

Suddenly.

She thought of the incense that wouldn't light and the broken incense burner in the Jin family ancestral hall, and the oil lamp that went out in the Jiang family ancestral hall.

"Could...could it be a coincidence?"

Jiang Jiaojiao said in a panic.

But even she herself couldn't believe the trembling voice. Perhaps her ancestors weren't angry, but rather warning her, and this dream was one of them.

"Perhaps we can verify this."

Li Yan suddenly spoke.

He already knew what happened at the Jin family ancestral hall, and if it was truly a warning, it might be more than once.

How do I verify this?

Jiang Jiaojiao didn't react for a moment.

Li Yan slowly spoke, "Since it is a warning from our ancestors, naturally we should... go and ask them ourselves."