Resurrection
Jing Yao couldn't help but shrink his body. The bone-chilling cold penetrated through his thin clothes and into every inch of his flesh. His blood almost froze into ice, and the surface of his skin was covered with white crystals, as if he was completely surrounded by layers of ice and snow.
It’s cold, really cold.
The girl struggled to get up from the cold snow. The whistling wind blew up snowflakes all over the sky. The crystal snowflakes looked so small and delicate, but when they hit her body, it was like tiny silver needles piercing her body.
This body had almost lost its sense of cold and pain. Jing Yao trembled and hugged her arms tightly. She began to doubt whether she had died a long time ago.
Where exactly is this place?
Looking around, the completely white world made her eyes hurt so much that she could hardly open them.
"Close your eyes, it will be more comfortable." A gentle female voice sounded in his ears. Jing Yao tried hard to identify the source of the voice, but found that it was pitch black in front of him.
"Ah! I can't see!"
What is this!
A pair of cold hands grasped her wrists. Although her frostbitten skin was slow to feel, she was more aware of the strange, unfamiliar touch.
"Don't be afraid, you are snow blind, follow me."
The female voice continued to speak gently, and regardless of Jing Yao's attempts to break free, she led her in another direction.
Somehow, perhaps because he realized that she had no hostility, or perhaps because he was too tired from walking in the wind and snow, Jing Yao's original extreme fear gradually relaxed, and he no longer stubbornly tried to break free from the woman's hand.
The woman carried her as if she were floating on the ground, moving extremely fast. She brought her to a small wooden house in the snow. The warm temperature inside instantly melted the frost on Jing Yao's body, and her snow blindness gradually recovered.
"Where on earth is this place?"
Jing Yao couldn't help but ask.
"You should ask yourself this question. I am here to follow your heart."
The woman did not explain much, but just poured tea for her silently.
His vision became clear again, Jing Yao blinked, turned his head and stared at the woman who was sipping tea with her head down.
Jing Yao was sure that she had never seen this woman before.
She looked to be a middle-aged woman in her late forties. Her appearance was a little old, but she was still beautiful. Her every word and action was gentle and loving.
Jing Yao thought for a moment and came up with this: "Is this my... dream?"
Judging from the woman's expression as she smiled but said nothing, it seemed that the answer was correct.
Jing Yao looked around the room curiously. It was completely empty except for a square table and a few chairs. A stove nearby was burning with warm charcoal, making the whole room cozy.
She had never had a complete dream before, let alone entering such a real dream world.
"What about you?"
She raised her eyebrows and slowly stroked the teacup in front of her with her fingers.
The pattern on the cup was like the uneven ice crystals, just like Jing Yao's wavering mood at the moment.
"Me? It's like everyone else." The woman rolled up her sleeves and poured herself a cup of hot tea. Seeing Jing Yao's beautiful eyes filled with anger, she stopped playing tricks. "Come to think of it, I have a close relationship with your family. Look, the white snow outside..."
The woman stood up and pushed open the window frame that had been beating against the snow for a long time.
Jing Yao subconsciously shrank her body to prevent the cold wind from blowing into her neck, but a moment later she realized that the flowing wind seemed to be blocked by a barrier and could only surge outside the window.
"here it is……"
She slowly stood up, moved to the window and looked into the distance.
Not far away, there are mountains that stretch for thousands of miles. The peaks are like a swimming dragon, making it stretch across the earth with its fangs and claws bared. However, because it is located in the extreme north, it is covered with snow armor and has to fall into a deep sleep.
The only snow-capped mountain she knew of that was as majestic and towering as Jueyun Snow Mountain.
Thousands of years ago, the immortal Shengyun set foot on the long steps to godhood here, and in the following hundred years, the Xuantan flowers bloomed all over the Jueyun Snow Realm, never fading all year round.
The woman waved her hand, and the snow and wind that covered the sun disappeared in an instant, and the world before her eyes suddenly became bright and clear.
Jing Yao looked at the white snow and saw that in the blink of an eye, clusters of ice-blue roots had grown wildly, stretching and connecting to form a web.
The girl was stunned. Those were the branches of the Xuantan flower.
While she was still not able to react, the woman waved her hand again, and countless dark blue buds suddenly emerged from the branches, and bloomed in an instant.
Jing Yao was speechless, thinking that the Xuanchen Flower was indeed a world-renowned flower with unparalleled beauty. Its long, slender, and light blue petals fluttered in the air, shyly enclosing the golden stamens in the middle.
"As expected, I can only see it in dreams. There is no trace of Xuantan flowers on Jueyun Snow Mountain anymore."
Hearing Jing Yao's soft sigh, the woman remained noncommittal: "Who can be sure? Maybe we just went at the wrong time and went to the wrong place."
Jing Yao turned around and happened to meet her half-smiling eyes. He always felt that there was a kind of otherworldly indifference in her eyes, and even a sense of helplessness towards her?
She felt that the woman was like someone deliberately arranged in her dream to mock her incompetence. Jing Yao was already upset about Si Pei's affairs, so she was inexplicably angry.
"You're so powerful, why don't you let the Xuantan flowers bloom all over Jueyun Mountain again?"
Jing Yao just saw her wave her sleeves and a dense field of flowers covered the entire snowy field in front of her, with flowers, leaves and branches growing wildly.
"Could it be that you are the Xuantan Flower Fairy?"
The fairy nodded: "That's not bad."
Jing Yao blurted out: "Then can you save Si Pei?"
According to legend, fairies have great magical powers, so maybe they can find a way.
"Don't forget, you said this was your dream. I'm just a person in a dream, how can I have the ability to save others?"
Jing Yao really shot herself in the foot, so she could only smile and move forward: "I was talking nonsense before. Fairy sister, you are not fake, you are real! Just help me~ As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Don't you fairies also need to accumulate merits?"
"Maybe by then you'll be like that immortal Shengyun, becoming a god and soaring into the sky!"
The woman's face was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly turned cold.
Perhaps recalling some past events, the Xuantan Flower Fairy lowered her eyes and sighed, "Saving people is not easy, especially since your two destinies are unusual and difficult to change."
The fairy raised her hand, and the luxuriant chrysanthemums blooming on the snow instantly turned into ashes and disappeared in the wind and snow.
"Is... there only one way out, death?"
Jing Yao shook her head in astonishment. She absolutely could not accept it.
She didn't live her life again to repeat the same mistakes.
"The solution to this dilemma doesn't lie with him." The fairy gazed at the rolling snow-capped mountains in the distance. The woman turned her head, her gentle, clear eyes gazing at the girl in front of her, "It's you."
"I?"
Jing Yao subconsciously wanted to refute, it was impossible, she didn't want to do anything and couldn't do anything well, so she should quickly wake Si Pei up and let him solve it.
“Believe in yourself.”
The woman's voice gradually weakened, as if it was getting farther and farther away from my ears, but she remained firm: "We will meet again."
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“Madam…Madam!”
Jing Yao suddenly woke up from the couch, and Bo Yue in front of him was worried: "Madam, you looked horrified in your dream just now. Did you have a nightmare?"
Hearing her say this, Jing Yao quickly touched the back of his neck and found that it was indeed wet with sweat.
But the dream I just had shouldn’t be considered a nightmare.
Jing Yao felt a sharp pain in her head. It seemed that the things that appeared in the dream just now were still vaguely reappearing in her mind like fragments, but they were becoming more and more vague, and she was almost unable to remember them. She only vaguely remembered that she almost froze to death and was saved by a strange woman.
Zhiyue helped her get up and take a shower. Even though she was sweating all over, she felt more comfortable after washing.
If soaking in the hot water last night relaxed her tense and tired body, Jing Yao, who stepped into the bathtub in the early morning, felt much more awake because of the water.
Jing Yao struggled to put on the indigo dress handed to her by the maid. It was less gaudy and frivolous than usual, and more solemn.
The chaos waiting for her now will only increase, not decrease.
Jing Yao rushed to Hengshui Palace without stopping. Although she knew that it was impossible, she still couldn't help but fantasize that after one night, Si Pei would suddenly be rescued by an immortal, or God would have mercy on him and make his poison suddenly disappear and his body recover as normal.
But if you think about it, you will know that this is something that will never happen.
Jing Yao shook his head lightly and mocked himself for his wishful thinking, but he didn't know that there might really be such a miracle in this world.
Before she even stepped through the gates of Hengshui Palace, she heard the imperial physician rush out and announce excitedly, "He's awake!"
"What!?"
Jing Yao immediately ran to the imperial physician and asked, "Is the prince awake?"
The imperial physician, still feeling excited, shook his head repeatedly, "It's not His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, it's His Royal Highness Prince Lin who's awake!"
Another imperial physician nearby wiped the sweat from his forehead and beamed, "This is truly unprecedented! Last night we all said His Royal Highness Prince Lin was seriously injured and might not survive the night. Unexpectedly, he miraculously recovered overnight! No plaster in the world could achieve such miraculous results!"
"It seems that God has really helped me..."
"It may also be due to Prince Lin's physique..."
The imperial doctors were talking about how Si Jue had miraculously "come back to life", but Jing Yao was the only one who stood there motionless, as if he had been hit by a wake-up call.
Why……
Why, why did God show mercy and save Si Jue?
How could it be him!
Eunuch Ming tried to comfort her with a hint of worry: "Madam Ming, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will get better after a few days of rest."
Jing Yao smiled bitterly in his heart, getting better?
There is no such opportunity.
They didn't know how vicious the poison in Si Pei was, but Jing Yao had seen it firsthand. Once the poison took effect, there was no turning back.
Jing Yao gritted his teeth and endured it again and again.
In the end, he couldn't help but push away the people blocking the door and went straight to the side hall where Si Jue was.
The young man lying on the bed was supported by the maid and leaned against the headboard, drinking the tonic that he had been brewing for half the night, one sip at a time.
He had just woken up and was still as weak as a piece of white paper that could not withstand the wind and rain.
Seeing her coming, Si Jue forced a smile: "Ling Yi..."
But after seeing Jing Yao's eyes full of hatred, he knew that she was not here to care about him.
"Si Jue, I'll give you one last chance." Jing Yaorui's eyes turned cold, piercing like an ice knife. "Where is Si Pei's antidote?"
"What are you talking about?" The young man coughed a few times as if he couldn't catch his breath. "My brother was poisoned by something...ah!"
Jing Yao's slender and powerful hands pinched Si Jue's neck: "If you don't tell me, I don't mind letting you die."
"Ling Yi...cousin..."
Si Jue had no strength to resist at all. It was only when the palace maids and servants stepped forward together that they barely pulled Jing Yao of Time and Space away.
Jing Yao, who had just told himself yesterday to stay calm and face everything, was unable to maintain his rationality after just one night.
Why! Why on earth!
It's Si Jue who should be damned...
Jing Yao was on the verge of collapse. She knew that she had really intended to kill.
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