Xuanhu stood there stunned for a long, long time before asking in a daze, "Just how many people...just how many people did you kill?"

On his way there, rivers of blood flowed, and not a single person survived.

“I don’t remember how many people I killed.” Song Wuxia threw away the handkerchief and gently patted Feng Guang’s back with his hand behind her back to help her fall asleep. He said, “Those people were too noisy. Everyone should be quiet when Feng Guang is sleeping.”

Hiding behind Baili Mo, Yi Ren murmured, "You're crazy..."

“I remember you.” Song Wuxia raised his eyes slightly, his voice low and husky, for fear of waking the person in his arms. “Your name is Yiren, and you are a palace maid in the Eastern Palace.”

Yi Ren paused, as Bai Li Mo had already completely shielded her behind him. "Song Wu Xia, if you have a problem, come at me. Don't attack Yi Ren."

“Feng Guang said she’s a nice girl.” Song Wuxia ignored the shouting Baili Mo and smiled at Yi Ren. The smile on his pale face had a strange and bewitching quality. “But Feng Guang also said that she hates Baili Mo. Yi Ren, you should die first. If you die, Baili Mo may suffer a lot.”

As he whispered, Yi Ren's heart trembled violently. For a fleeting moment, she thought of obeying him, picking up a knife from the ground, and stabbing herself in the wound.

Baili Mo shouted, "Song Wuxia! You won't lay a finger on her!"

"Oh?" Song Wuxia blinked innocently. "With only your imperial robes left, do you still have the right to shout here?"

Baili Mo remained silent, for he had nothing to say. Song Wuxia was right; none of the people present were his match.

Knowing that if they didn't do something, none of them would leave alive, he stepped forward and said, "Lord Song, if I told you there was a way to change Miss Xia's death, would you be willing to try?"

"What did you say?" Song Wuxia's empty eyes suddenly focused. He looked at Xuanhu, and in just one glance, there was immense pressure.

Xuanhu said, "I can use forbidden techniques to send you back ten years, but it is forbidden, and I don't know if it will succeed. Your body will also suffer great pain, and perhaps... perhaps it will be torn apart by the rift in time and space. But this is the way to stop everything from happening, and it is the only way to save Miss Xia. Are you willing to try?"

He had no reason to refuse.

No one knows what kind of pain Song Wuxia endured. When he appeared on the streets of the imperial city ten years ago, the bustling and lively street scene made him slightly dazed, because not long ago, he had killed everyone here.

He was standing on the bustling street when a girl in a red dress carrying a small dog bumped into him and fell to the ground with a thud.

"You didn't even help me up when I fell..." the six-year-old girl complained loudly, "Are you made of stone?!"

The tone of his voice...

Song Wuxia lowered his gaze, watching the little girl get up from the ground, brush the dust off her skirt, and then watch her hug the puppy. Then, he saw her glaring at him. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

He said, "You're beautiful."

“Of course.” The girl nodded in agreement, while the puppy she was holding barked at him a few times.

He crouched down to look her in the eye and asked, "Where are you taking this dog?"