After escaping death time and time again, he finally shed his childlike innocence and became resilient.

He was no longer interested in playing around and sat quietly in the classroom, learning from the teacher.

The Master always praised him for his good memory and quick comprehension.

But that's not actually the case.

He performed exceptionally well because he had previewed all his lessons in advance.

His mother would make him recite the text over and over again until he could recite it backwards.

The reason she did this was entirely because Yi Sheng had a photographic memory.

He didn't have the talent, so she hoped he could make up for it through hard work.

She made him benchmark himself against Yi Sheng in every way.

Whether it's appearance, temperament, talent, or speech.

It's as if they're trying to create an exact replica of the person.

He hated Yi Sheng not only because Yi Sheng abandoned him and his mother and tried to kill them, but also because he wanted to learn from him and become him, day after day.

His sense of self was completely stifled.

Even the name was chosen based on Yi Sheng.

This hatred grew stronger in his heart, and he worked hard to improve himself, not to fulfill his mother's dream, but to destroy the Yong'an Marquis's mansion.

He wanted to tear apart the shadow that had shrouded him for twenty years and send the living Yama who had stolen his beloved to the underworld.

So what does it matter whether Yi Sheng is his father or not?

Regardless of whether he is or not, he is the person his mother went mad for, the person his mother used to torment him for twenty years.

He just wants him dead.

Thinking of this, Bai Musheng revealed a mocking smile.

"Xiao Xiao, you're too naive. There's nothing I'm afraid to face."

Regardless of who orchestrated those assassins, and regardless of his mother's purpose in wanting him to live as another Yi Sheng, he didn't want to know at all.

It was through the tempering of these cruel experiences that he became a scholar admired by everyone, instead of a lowly actor.

What doesn't kill him only makes him stronger.

Now, he is invincible.

“Xiao Xiao, come with me,” he said to Xiao Qingyin. “Otherwise, you’ll be going to the guillotine with them tomorrow.”

Xiao Qingyin smiled slightly: "Thank you for your kindness, but I think it's better for the whole family to be together."

Yi Shuihan: "..."

Why am I feeling both touched and a little heartbroken?

Bai Musheng's face darkened: "You'd rather die with them than come with me?"

"Yes."

You'll regret this.

Whether I regret it or not, what does it have to do with you?

Bai Musheng didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

The prison returned to darkness.

Princess Zhaoyang held tightly to Marquis Yong'an's hand.

"I want to kill Bai Shi with my own hands."

Marquis Yong'an nodded: "She certainly deserves to die. But we need to get out of this predicament first before we go find her."

He turned to Yi Shuihan and said, "He said we're going to the guillotine tomorrow. What are your plans?"

Just as Yi Shuihan was about to answer, a hurried cry of "Hurry! Hurry!" could be faintly heard from outside the cell.

Xiao Qingyin's spirits lifted.

"The Owl is here."

Yi Shuihan looked towards the ventilation opening, but it was pitch black there and he couldn't see anything.

But he knew there were a few small ventilation openings there.

"It's too big to fit in."

Xiao Qingyin sighed.

Just then, a squeaking sound came from the vent.

A mouse suddenly scurried up to the four of them.

Yi Shuihan reached out and grabbed the mouse, which fell into his palm.

He noticed an unusual sensation.

After discovering that something was tied to the rat, he removed it.

"There is a charcoal stick and a piece of paper here, but it's too dark to see."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a luminous pearl appeared before his eyes.

He was astonished. "Why do you carry a luminous pearl with you?"

Xiao Qingyin laughed and said, "After falling into the cave when I went to find bats last time, I felt that I should always carry something that can provide light."

Otherwise, you'd have to fumble around in the dark.

This luminous pearl was a gift from Fu Weiyun a few days ago; she kept it in her purse and carried it with her at all times.

Yi Shuihan nodded: "It's a good habit."

The two read the note by the light of the luminous pearl.

This was sent by the eagle owl at Fu Weiyun's request.

Considering that the eagle owl might not be able to get in, he tied the note to the mouse and let the eagle owl bring the mouse over.

Xiao Qingyin didn't know how he communicated with the eagle owl, but he had spent many years with the gyrfalcon and probably had his own way of communicating with birds.

Fu Weiyun said he had contacted Yi Wu and others and asked them what their next steps were.

After reading it, Yi Shuihan laughed and said, "This is truly a timely help."

After discussing it with Xiao Qingyin and his parents, he wrote a reply to Fu Weiyun on the back of the note and then tied the note back to the rat.

After tying it up, he asked, "What do we do now? Will the rat climb up by itself?"

Xiao Qingyin: "..."

She didn't know either.

This mouse, having finally escaped the eagle's clutches, is unlikely to walk right back into its own trap.

But she clearly underestimated Owl's animal taming abilities.

When the "whoosh~ whoosh~" sound came from outside again, the mouse she had put on the ground seemed to hear a summons and darted out with a "whoosh".

In the blink of an eye, it climbed to the ventilation opening and threw itself back into the eagle's claws.

Lord Owl bid farewell to the Heavenly Prison with two cheerful "Hah~ Hah~" sounds.

Xiao Qingyin felt relieved and fell asleep again next to Yi Shuihan.

Thinking about the tough battle ahead tomorrow, Yi Shuihan closed his eyes and went to sleep.

The same applies to Marquis Yong'an and Princess Zhaoyang.

The following morning, Xiao Qingyin opened her eyes as sunlight streamed in through the ventilation opening.

The sound of a lock being opened rang out from the entrance, and a group of soldiers in full armor walked in, pointing their guns at them.

The leader opened the cell door and said curtly, "Get out."

The four people stood up.

Marquis Yong'an did not forget to pick up Princess Zhaoyang's jacket.

He didn't want to leave even a dirty jacket, Qingqing's belongings, in the prison cell.

The four men were taken out of the prison and escorted to the execution ground at the Meridian Gate.

Then, as requested by these people, they stood two meters apart, side by side, on the stage.

Four burly executioners stepped forward and stood beside them, looking at them expressionlessly.

The official overseeing the execution stood up from his chair, opened the imperial edict, and began to read it aloud.

According to custom, they should kneel when receiving the imperial decree, but they all stood straight and none of them knelt down.

The officials ignored them, seemingly expecting this action and not caring whether they knelt or not, as if they only wanted to complete the process as quickly as possible.

Looking at the crowd of onlookers not far below the stage, Xiao Qingyin couldn't help but sigh: She's even been to the guillotine; her transmigrated life is truly complete.

Yi Shuihan glanced at her and saw that she was actually smiling, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

After reading the imperial edict, the executioner uttered a single, decisive word: "Execute."

The executioners standing beside the four men raised their long swords to shoulder height and swung them horizontally toward the necks of the four men.