Her eyes felt a little sore, and Ji Xingzhi closed them slightly to take a rest. As soon as she closed her eyes, a blurry picture appeared in her mind, as if some magical power was trying to pull her consciousness in. She struggled hard, suddenly opened her eyes, and sat up suddenly!

He put his hands tightly over his chest, gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently, his heart beating very fast, as if stimulated by something, the "boom, boom, boom" sound of the beating was extremely clear.

A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Ji Xingzhi's forehead and her face was pale. Just after she closed her eyes, she seemed to see someone putting a jade pendant on her. The jade pendant seemed to be the bond pendant in the picture given to her by her scumbag father, and at this moment, the bond pendant was on her neck.

Thinking of this, Ji Xingzhi quickly threw back the quilt, stood up, lit a candle, and took out the blueprint given by her swindling father from the drawer. Sitting in front of the mirror, in the dim light, she could clearly see that the bond pendant drawn on the blueprint was exactly the same as the jade pendant on her neck, every line was extremely clear...

Ji Xingzhi was slightly taken aback, reaching out to touch the jade pendant around her neck. This was the bond pendant? The bond pendant that her idiot father had been searching for for over a decade was now on her. But where did this pendant come from? Who was that person? Why did he give it to her?

The more Ji Xingzhi thought about it, the crazier she became. It was as if something was crashing inside her body and trying to burst out. Her whole body was shaking, and she was so manic that she wanted to kill someone!

Ji Xingzhi was frightened by the crazy thoughts in his mind. His hand shook and he knocked over the candlestick. The candlestick fell to the ground with a "click" and broke into two pieces, but the candle flame stubbornly did not go out.

The gatekeeper outside heard the noise and quickly called out in a low, inquiring tone, "Your Majesty?"

Ji Xingzhi was startled, took a deep breath, calmed down, lowered his voice and whispered, "Nothing."

After saying that, Ji Xingzhi squatted down and blew out the candle, placed the broken candlestick and candle in front of the mirror, and put the drawing carefully in the innermost part of the drawer.

When putting the blueprint aside, Ji Xingzhi's hand seemed to touch something. He frowned slightly and took it out. He saw that it was a painting.

Looking at the neatly rolled scroll in her hands, Ji Xingzhi frowned. Why was there a painting in her drawer? She remembered that there was nothing else in the drawer except Hua Yihen's gold medal and some basically useless jewelry...

With a heart full of doubts, Ji Xingzhi walked to the window and opened the scroll. The moment the scroll unfolded, he could see the appearance of the person in the painting in the hazy moonlight. Ji Xingzhi was stunned for a moment.

In the painting, a figure in blue gallops through the bustling Wan'an Street, his clothes aloof and aloof. Everything in the painting becomes the figure's backdrop, making him appear even more transcendent and unattainable.

A familiar face, a familiar green robe, this person was none other than her missing uncle, Xiao Moyan.

But what made Ji Xingzhi stunned was not Xiao Moyan, but herself, or more precisely, herself in the painting. In addition to Xiao Moyan, there was another person in the painting. Although a little blurry, it was still clear that it was her.

The words on the painting also made her lose her mind for a moment: The ten-mile spring breeze cannot compare to your indifferent brows, and the vast mountains and rivers cannot compare to your picturesque smile.

It is obvious that this character did not come from one person. She recognized this character... Ten Miles of Spring Breeze is her, and Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains is the emperor's uncle.

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