"Maternal grandfather."

Helian Yi stared blankly at the spot where Nan Hong had disappeared, his gentle, jade-like face lost in thought.

The biting winter wind whipped Helian Si's three thousand strands of black hair into a wild, unrestrained flight, while vast expanses of frosty white snow drifted down in all directions.

This only accentuated the allure of the red spider lily mark on Helian Si's forehead, and her crimson dress, like blood, swayed and danced in the biting wind.

Helian Si's fingers still faintly glowed with the red light that had killed Nan Hong. His delicate oval face was filled with coldness, and a fleeting red light flashed in his beautiful peach blossom eyes.

“Sisi…”

Helian Yi stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar Helian Si, and called out in a daze. His heart clenched, aching with bitterness. Why, why did Si Si become like this?

"Elder brother, you'd better pray that Father is alright."

Helian Si looked at the dazed and absent-minded Helian Yi, his brows furrowed with complex emotions, and his red lips parted slightly.

He left behind those words, turned around, and vanished from the spot, leaving only a bewitching, blood-red afterimage that disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"You little coward!"

"Royal sister!"

Helian Ci's dark eyes, as deep as a still pool, sharpened. He pulled on the reins and moved towards the spot where Helian Si had just been standing, reaching out to grab him.

Helian You did the same, sheathing the sword he had been holding to Helian Yi's neck, leaping to Helian Si's position, and reaching out...

The two brothers did manage to catch him, but they only caught their hands...

The air fell eerily silent for a moment. They exchanged glances, and unanimously saw a chilling disgust in each other's eyes.

Both brothers withdrew their hands, their brows furrowed, their eyes reflecting the same worry and urgency.

Regardless of what others think, in their hearts, no matter what reason Helian Si became like that, the princess is still their beloved princess, and that will never change.

"Don't worry, Sisi has gone to find the Emperor. There are 30,000 troops deployed by Nan Hong outside the city. I'm going to find Sisi."

Youlan's soft, ethereal voice echoed in Helian Ci and Helian You's ears. The two searched their surroundings, but only saw a flash of silver light disappear.

For a moment, Helian Ci and Helian You's expressions became even more complicated. So, the rumors among the people were true; Nanrong Jinghua was indeed a monster...

What, my imperial sister?

Get lost! Your imperial sister is only fit to be a fairy descended from heaven!

**

The frontier is shrouded in mist and snow, with heavy snow falling everywhere. As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but vast expanses of white snow, and a biting wind howls.

A traitor emerged within the army, leaking confidential military intelligence. Helian Nie's Northern Yin army fell into a trap set by Xiling and Nanli, suffering losses both internally and externally, and was trapped in the snow-capped mountains.

A bewitching red light flashed by, and Helian Si stood on a snow-capped mountain, his beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly closed.

His divine sense swept across every corner of the snow-capped mountain, and suddenly, a soft voice sounded behind him, "Ah Sheng."

Helian Si opened his eyes, turned around, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes fell on Nan Rong Jinghua. His eyes remained completely calm, without the slightest ripple of emotion. After a long while, his red lips parted slightly.

"Long time no see, Jinghua."

“You…” Yet you still blame me.

Before he could finish speaking, the red figure in front of him had already disappeared, heading towards a part of the snow-capped mountain.

Nan Rong Jinghua's words abruptly stopped; her long, silver hair cascaded down to her waist, and her silver-white robes fluttered in the wind.

As if trying to blend into the snow-covered mountains, her silver eyes followed the direction in which the red light disappeared, a suffocating, oppressive feeling rising in her chest.

"Without you, how could I be unharmed?"

The soft, faint voice seemed to drift away with the biting cold wind.