At the end of winter, heavy snow suddenly fell in Yecheng.

Overnight, heavy snow blocked the city. Those who wanted to enter the city could not enter, and those who wanted to leave the city could not leave. Those who got up early to rush on their way ended up in vain, and the streets were filled with complaints.

Because of the heavy snow, Jiang Rao and his family were stranded here.

Inside the mansion, a maid was carrying a finely crafted four-handled stew pot and walking towards Jiang Rao's yard.

The pot was steaming with freshly cooked pigeon soup.

When she arrived, she reported to the night watch maid: "The master asked me to bring pigeon soup to the young lady."

The night watch maid yawned, white air coming out of her breath, "Why so early?"

"Yesterday the young lady said it was going to snow and wanted to leave the city, but the master didn't believe her and had a few arguments with her, which was not pleasant. Unexpectedly, it snowed heavily today and the city was closed. The master felt guilty and asked the kitchen to cook the young lady's favorite pigeon soup to make amends to her."

The master the maid was referring to was the fourth master of the Jiang family, Jiang Xingzhou.

He was a playboy before marriage, but after marriage he became famous for taking care of his family and doting on his wife. After having a daughter, he became a real daughter slave. He often did such things as making a fuss just to please his daughter, and the servants were used to it and didn't find it strange.

The night watch maid opened the door for her and said softly, "The girl is not awake yet, put the soup in first, and remember to be quiet."

There was a floor heating in the room, and it was as warm as spring, making people feel hot, which made the heavy snow and bad weather outside seem even more depressing.

The maid put down the pigeon soup and as soon as she went out, cold snowflakes fell on her face, cutting her like knives.

She couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "If I had listened to the young lady, it would have been great. I wouldn't have been delayed in returning to Beijing, and I wouldn't have to suffer the cold here."

The maid who was on night watch turned around and closed the door. "But the sun was shining brightly yesterday. Who could have predicted that it was going to snow?"

"Didn't the girl see it?"

The two of them talked and glanced into the room.

On the couch, a person was curled up like a cat.

Her hair is as white as clouds and her lips are as red as clouds, and her face is as beautiful as ever when she is asleep. Her black, soft hair flowed on the pillow like silk, and her skin was so white that it seemed to be competing with the falling snow on the branches outside.

No matter from which angle you look at it, it is flawless beauty.

It is a recognized fact in Dazhao that there are many beauties in the Jiang Mansion in Jinling. Jiang Rao had been a beauty with delicate features since she was young. Unfortunately, she left her hometown Jinling at the age of six with her father who traveled around the country. As time went by, she was gradually forgotten. Even though she became more and more charming every year, few people mentioned her when talking about the beauties in the Jiang family.

Only the servants serving in the Jiang family knew how beautiful their daughter was. Now when she closed her eyes and fell asleep, she looked like a little person walking out of a painting, with rosy cheeks.

She has grown into this appearance at the young age of thirteen, which makes people imagine how stunningly beautiful she will be in the future.

At this moment, her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, unable to relax, and she looked extremely upset.

Jiang Rao slept very uneasily.

Because she had had several nightmares recently...

It actually came true every time!

The first time was when she dreamed that the family horse was frightened and went crazy.

At first she thought it was just an ordinary nightmare, but the next day she heard the news that her father had fallen off a horse and was injured.

Then came this snow.

Right now, she was haunted by another nightmare.

In the dream, it was vaguely at dawn when the clouds were breaking, and a maid rushed in shouting, "The young master has been bullied."

The young master she was referring to was Jiang Rao’s younger brother, Jiang Jinxing.

His personality is contrary to his name, he is naughty and impulsive, prone to causing trouble, and a good climber. But he was only seven years old, too young to bully others and was often bullied by others.

Jiang Rao has always been protective of her younger brother. When she heard that he had been wronged, she hurried over with people.

In the snow, she saw the man who had a conflict with her brother - a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old.

The younger brother said that it was that person who fed her family’s horse something it shouldn’t have eaten, which caused her father to be injured.

The young man's body was covered in blood and mud, and he was soaked in the winter. He looked as miserable as a beggar, except for his pair of eyes that were bright.

But there wasn't a trace of warmth or humanity in it. Instead, it was filled with coldness and indifference, viciousness, and hostility, just like the cruel look in the little wolf's eyes when it was bleeding.

He stood outside the stable, holding the herb that would make horses go crazy if eaten, but he refused to admit it, let alone say who was the mastermind behind it.

Even when he was pressed in the snow and tortured by the servants she brought with him, he bit his thin lips tightly and said nothing. His long eyes were red as if dripping blood, and he stared at her intently, as if he felt no pain.

Jiang Rao felt her scalp tingling from his fierce, wolf-like gaze, and took Jiang Jinxing away from there.

Later, she found the real culprit who made her horse crazy.

It’s not the boy, it’s someone else.

Jiang Rao was filled with guilt and went back to look for him, but he had disappeared and could never be found again.

It wasn't until a few years later that she was tied up and thrown at the feet of a man in a wheelchair.

The man was wearing a black cloak and had a cold white complexion. He looked superior. His charming and evil temperament and handsome face were extremely rare among men. His long eyes seemed to possess all the colors in the world, and his cold eyes carried a ruthlessness that was familiar to her and frightening.

It took her several glances before she recognized him.

The little beggar who was once alone and fell in the snow.

Now he is surrounded by servants, dressed in gorgeous clothes, sitting at the head seat with an indifferent look on his face, with an upright posture, handsome appearance, like a god.

In just a few years, he grew into a powerful person who no one could offend.

The means of revenge on her were even more crazy and cruel

Jiang Rao woke up suddenly, sweating all over.

I just woke up from a nightmare and the aftereffects are still there, as if I had died once and come back to life again. My heart felt like it was being strangled for a long time and then suddenly released. My heartbeat was numb, and the feeling of suffocation and despair was still slowly accumulating in my chest.

The dream I just had was so horrible.

She looked up and out the window.

The sky was not yet completely bright and snowflakes were falling.

Jiang Rao's heartbeat quickened.

In the dream just now, it was the same weather.

The sky was just breaking daybreak, the light was dim, and the gloomy weather made people feel uneasy.

At this moment, the door creaked.

A maid rushed in with snow on her shoulders, shouting breathlessly: "Miss, the young master was bullied outside!"

For a moment, Jiang Rao thought she was dreaming.

The breaking dawn and the maid rushing in, these were clearly the scenes from my dream just now.

She raised her head and looked at the maid.

A face that I had just seen in my dream appeared in my pupils.

Jiang Rao's breathing stagnated, and her body trembled as if she was pricked by needles. "Where is Jinxing?"

"Outside the stable next to the post house."

Next to the post house, outside the stable.

It’s the same as in the dream.

In other words, that dream foretold what would happen today...

Jiang Rao became anxious, lifted the quilt, and hurriedly stepped on the embroidered shoes under the couch, "Take me over!"

…

Yesterday's heavy snow was like a glutton, swallowing up all the colors in the world overnight. The white covered the sky and the sun, endless, until suddenly a hint of red broke in.

It was Jiang Rao, wearing a red cloak and running towards the stable.

She ran so fast that the straps of her cloak were loose and blown behind her, and the corners of her clothes were blown up by the wind, making rustling sounds.

All the way she was wondering what the scene would be like in the stable.

If her brother didn't do anything, she would take him away directly, as far away from that boy as possible.

But if my brother has already offended someone...

Jiang Rao had a headache.

Judging from the boy's vengeful nature, if her brother had already offended him, she didn't know if she could change his fate of being retaliated against.

The more I thought about it, the worse I felt.

The previous nightmares, even if I knew in advance, could not change the final outcome. What if this time can't be changed...

Suddenly, several figures appeared in the sight.

A group of people gathered outside the stable.

Among this group of people were her younger brother and her servants.

But she didn't see the young man anywhere.

After searching carefully, Jiang Rao suddenly took a breath of cold air...

The figure lying on the ground surrounded by the crowd was not clear from a distance, but it seemed to be the young man.

There were some grass slag and a rough walking stick scattered on the snow.

Her brother was loudly commanding the servants, "Pour this bucket of cold water over him, I want to see if he wakes up!"

Jiang Rao's heart trembled when she heard this. She rushed over and stood in front of the boy, "Stop!"

The servant stopped what he was doing when he heard this.

Jiang Rao was panting as she looked at the bucket of ice water that was almost poured all over the boy. She immediately understood why the boy in her dream was soaked.

If she had come a little later, he would probably have been wet again.

She came early after changing.

Otherwise, if a bucket of cold water was poured on him in the middle of winter, it would be so piercing.

Just imagining it made her shudder.

Jiang Rao was still frightened and lowered her eyes to look at the boy's face.

His black hair was disheveled, his high nose was stained with blood, his forehead was black and blue, his narrow and beautiful eyes were tightly closed, and his cold white skin, against the backdrop of ice and snow, revealed a dead-like silence and eeriness.

Jiang Rao turned pale with fright and hurriedly reached out to feel his breath.

Live and change.

I don’t know how long he lay in the snow, but his body was covered with a thick layer of snow.

It was the coldest time of the year and he was only wearing a thin, tattered piece of cloth that couldn't even cover his arms. A thin forearm was exposed, hanging on the snow, and turned purple and blue from the cold. That tattered coarse cloth dress was so dirty that even her servants would think it was dirty if they used it as a rag.

How did this person end up in this situation in such a cold day?

Jiang Rao took off her cloak and covered him with it, shielding him with her body, "Why did he faint?"

"Did you hit him?" Jiang Rao asked in a trembling voice.

Jiang Jinxing rubbed his nose, feeling very aggrieved. "I didn't hit him, he was the one hitting me! He fainted suddenly, it had nothing to do with me. I suspect he was pretending."

The little boy was lying in the snow, feeling depressed and angry, saying, "Look at the herbs in his hand. It's this herb that made the horse go crazy. It's him who caused our father to get hurt!"

Jiang Rao glanced at the boy's palm.

He did hold a handful of herbs in his hand.

In the dream, she first thought that he was bullying her brother because he was older than her brother. Later, because of the herbs in his hand, she believed what her brother said.

However, just because he had herbs in his hand, it didn't mean that he was definitely the murderer.

Jiang Rao regretted her impulsiveness in her dream in her heart.

The back of the boy's hands were covered with deep, frostbitten cracks that looked painful.

She felt more and more guilty.

Before coming here, I was thinking about taking my brother away as soon as possible and staying as far away from him as possible. But now, seeing how pitiful he was, I felt pity in my heart.

No matter how high his status will be in the future, now he is just a weak, helpless, and fainted little wretch, so skinny as if he hasn't eaten for many days, and he can't even help but get away when being bullied.

Jiang Rao's heart was filled with pity and regret, "He really fainted, it wasn't fake."

As soon as the voice fell, Jiang Jinxing pouted in dissatisfaction, holding Jiang Rao's hand and said, "Sister, didn't you say that when we find the person who drugged the horse, we would let the person who hurt Daddy suffer the same punishment? Now I have found the bad guy, we should take revenge."

Jiang Rao: “…”

That's exactly what she said.

Her father had been lying in bed for more than a month after falling off a horse, and now he can barely get out of bed and walk. Seeing her father, who was usually tall and healthy, lying weak in bed, she was so angry that she said such cruel words.

She glanced at the boy apologetically, and her mind couldn't help but imagine what he would look like when he grew up - broad and solid shoulders, sitting upright, tall, able to hold up a black cloak with great style.

But he is a poor cripple who can never stand up.

In the dream, was it because of her that he became like this?

Jiang Rao's conscience trembled twice.

Suddenly, a wooden stick as thick as a bowl came across my face. It was handed to me by Jiang Jinxing. "Shall we do it, sister?"

Jiang Rao: “…” Her conscience trembled again.

She and her brother probably took the

It's the kind of script about vicious siblings who do mischief to the protagonist everywhere.

When I think about how long this kind of character survives in the storybook,

Jiang Rao's heart suddenly started to ring with alarm bells, and she said to her brother stubbornly, "He is not a bad person, I want to take him back."

…

After bringing the man back to her own yard, Jiang Rao asked the maid to boil some hot water, soaked a handkerchief in it, and personally wiped the mud off the boy's face and neck.

Once the blood and mud were gone, his three-dimensional and beautiful facial features were revealed.

She has a high nose bridge, narrow eyes, long and upturned eye tails, very long eyelashes, and a skin tone that is deeply pale and sickly, giving her the temperament of a frail beauty.

It's just that he hasn't fully grown up yet, and his thin white chin and closed thick eyelashes make him look pitiful and naive, which is quite different from his arrogant, ruthless and cruel appearance in the future.

When Jiang Rao moved the handkerchief to his neck, she suddenly stopped.

There were several ugly scars winding there.

The deepest and longest one lay on the shoulder blade of his right shoulder, winding forward from the back of his neck all the way to the top of his collarbone.

It was like the whip marks left by being whipped with the most brutal method. Over time, the wounds turned into centipede-like scars.

At first, the wound might be so deep that the bone could be seen. After healing, the wound was still very deep and cracked in the skin. Every time Jiang Rao glanced over, it was shocking. The hand holding the wet handkerchief trembled slightly, and she almost didn't dare to touch it again.

She wiped him more and more gently, and after wiping, she washed the towel and wrung it dry.

The maid she had ordered to fetch the doctor picked up something from the ground and said to Jiang Rao, "Miss, is this his purse? It fell here."

Jiang Rao glanced over.

The purse was very old, the threads on the edge had been worn away, the blood color had covered the original color of the purse, and the patterns were all covered with traces of dried blood, the bloodstains were mottled and horrifying.

Jiang Rao frowned, "It's his purse, go and wash it."

She tucked the quilt around the boy and then went out to find Jiang Jinxing.

The little guy has been sulking all the way because she brought the boy back.

He was anxious to avenge his father, and when he saw that she favored the "murderer", he was so angry that he ignored her.

But I can’t let my brother continue to misunderstand me.

Otherwise, even if she brought the boy back, her brother would still cause trouble for him.

That won't work.

She planned to wait for the boy to wake up, apologize sincerely, and explain the misunderstanding.

It would be best if the young man does not get angry. But if he is angry, or very angry, he should be treated like an ancestor and coaxed until the day he calms down.

When he went out, he was startled by Jiang Jinxing.

The little fat boy was planted in the snow outside the door like a carrot, his chubby fingers pressing the snow on the ground with ferocious movements, and all his anger was vented on the snow.

Jiang Jinxing was certain that the young man was the murderer who caused his father to fall off a horse. Seeing his sister's meticulous care for the bad guy, he was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.

It felt like there was a small puffer fish stuffed in my cheeks, and they were inflated all the way.

Seeing Jiang Rao coming out to find him, his eyes were full of blame and anger, and he said in a rage, "I don't have a sister like you who can't judge people and takes a thief as her father!"

"I'm not the only one who can't judge people well." Jiang Rao slowly moved to his side and sat next to him.

Jiang Rao is not very old, and her fourteenth birthday will be in half a year. But she likes to act like an adult next to her seven-year-old brother. Her sweet face became stern, and her tone pretended to be mature, "Yes, it's not right to say 'take a thief as your father' here. It's better to say 'call a deer a horse'. You can be uneducated, but don't use the wrong words. It's easy to make people laugh at you."

Jiang Jinxing's face turned red because of what she said, "Who dares to laugh at me!"

"I."

Jiang Jin's Qi became weaker, "..."

Once again, I was so angry that I became a puffer fish.

Jiang Rao held her brother's face and looked at it for a long time, then asked him, "Does it hurt when you were beaten?"

Jiang Jinxing: Humph!

Jiang Rao reached out and rubbed his chubby cheeks. "Don't be angry. You are the one who wronged others. If you want to break someone's legs, you really deserve to be beaten. Listen to my sister. The person who drugged the horse was really not him."

Jiang Jinxing didn't believe her. Instead, he felt depressed and angry, and wanted to cry. He stood up and burped slowly, "Why is it not him?! He is in the stable, and the medicine is in his hand! He wants to continue to harm Daddy!"

Jiang Rao stood up with him and said, "I have sent people out to look for him. When we find the real murderer, you will believe me."

In her dream, she saw that the real murderer who drugged her was a butcher here, and she had sent people to look for him in advance, and they would catch the murderer in advance.

Jiang Jinxing didn't listen to her words at all, "You are wrong, I will go find my father and ask him to chase him away!"

He rushed out of the yard angrily.

Inside the house, Rong Ting opened his eyelids with difficulty.

His eyelids, which had always been heavy and bloodshot before, suddenly became much lighter, and he raised his hand to rub them.

The fingertips are clean and free of any stains.

Someone wiped his face.

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he raised his eyes slightly and glanced around.

Strange room.

The cold wind and falling snow were kept outside the closed windows, and the house was warm and cozy.

All the furnishings were neat and clean, and the two rows of antique shelves behind the screen were filled with pamphlets and books.

The quilt is soft and comfortable, and as warm as sunshine that has accumulated for several days.

But Rong Ting's pupils suddenly turned cold as if he had seen something dirty. He grabbed the quilt with his hands and subconsciously lifted it up...

No needle.

No bugs.

His movements slowed down, his eyes became cold, and he frowned, lost in thought.

Where is this?