Wang Xi crawled a few more steps on the ground, and the scene in her mind changed again.
It was a long time ago, like her past life. In the scene, she was arrogant and domineering, and she used a whip. In this life, she also has a whip, but she prefers to use a bow.
The young, black-robed imperial advisor stood on the city wall of Mogan City, looking at the night view outside. He was the only one on the wall, yet it felt as if there were many people talking to him.
The arrogant woman climbed the city wall. She was still a princess, and the jade token symbolizing her status as a princess of the Qianyan Kingdom still hung on her waist.
She was carrying a jar of wine, seemingly unaware that there would be someone on the city wall at night, and a rather furtive one at that. This furtive person was speaking to the wind, saying things she couldn't understand.
Before she could even see the man clearly, the whip in her hand lashed out. The black-robed national advisor did not dodge, letting the whip return to him.
She was stunned for a moment and tried to pull back the whip, but she couldn't. Fortunately, the whip only whipped up a blur.
"Princess, alcohol has been forbidden for a long time."
"Who are you?" The princess clearly did not recognize him.
"Who I am is not important. What is important is that the princess should set an example for the country and lead the people." The man sighed helplessly, his eyes revealing only a hint of despair.
This man is special.
The young princess said to herself.
Wang Xi noticed that she was wearing a straw rope in her hand, with an eye-shaped object hanging from it.
She was surprised; she had seen this eye in the library when she was a child.
Did her father tell her that she was a symbol of an evil god?
The last time they got separated from Wen Jingge, they were walking in the desert. At that time, the mother and daughter mentioned that the Qianyan royal family was gone. The last time they were in Qinghe Mountain, her brother also told her that a princess had opened the city gates and released the demons, which resulted in the Qianyan royal family being reduced to only the last branch.
"What's it to you?" The princess seemed to think that this person was talking to her too deliberately, and she suspiciously swung the whip in her hand again.
"Princess! Listen!"
Once again, the princess's whip only shattered the man's afterimage.
"Listen to what?"
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
"I have a favor to ask of the princess," he said, gazing at the city wall. "After I die, could you bury me in a secluded spot within the palace? Ideally, a place that no one in the world will ever find!"
"You're sick!" The princess stamped her foot, deciding not to waste any more time with this madman.
She realized halfway there that she hadn't taken her wine. When she returned, she saw the man in black robes had removed his mask and was drinking the wine she had managed to steal.
How could you do such a thing?
"How about it?" As if teasing her, the man in the black robe held the wine jar in front of her. "I've drunk it, what else do you want..."
Before the man in black could finish speaking, the princess downed the wine jar in one gulp. Perhaps influenced by the wine, she spoke more frankly: "What do you want? Are you enemy soldiers or people from within the city? You..."
She suddenly noticed the clothes beneath his black robe; they were from the palace. "You're the Imperial Advisor? How can there be such a young Imperial Advisor?"
"There is something that can only be described as defying the heavens." The Grand Preceptor seemed to be in a very depressed mood, which the princess discovered when they went up to the city wall.
“I won’t do it,” she said immediately.
"From now on, the princess will no longer have subjects, no country, and no city-state. Princess, you should think this through carefully."
The young imperial advisor had a smile on his lips, and his face was slightly flushed from the wine, making him look like a cute fox.
A fox is a fox after all; the straightforward princess was outmaneuvered.
Three years after this unpleasant parting, the princess once again climbed the city wall, this time holding wine in her hand, but she was no longer the dashing figure she once was.
"You're right. Perhaps I should consider your plan. After all, it's you who will die, not me. Where should I bury you?"
"Move the capital." The Grand Preceptor stared intently at her with his eyes that seemed to hold the stars, then bent down and snatched the wine from her when she wasn't looking. "Move the capital twenty miles to the east and build an inner wall."
“Your request is strange. You should talk to my father, the Emperor, not me.” She frowned, casually picked up the wine cup, and drank it all in one gulp. “My father is the true ruler of the country.”
"Did you have a blue flame tattoo on your lower back since you were born?" he suddenly asked.
This was a royal secret, a private matter. The princess thought he was vulgar and kicked him.
"What do you want to do? I've already told my father that I'd rather go into battle in armor than risk my life. Don't try to persuade me otherwise! I will not marry into the demon race. Do those demons even deserve to?"
"I'm sorry." The Grand Preceptor squatted down and rubbed his leg, which was limping from being kicked. "I have something to tell you. That blue feather mark is a phoenix tail."
"What does this have to do with me! A phoenix tail should be taken by a phoenix from me, I don't care about a mere demon!"
The Imperial Advisor suddenly burst out laughing. The princess, thinking he was mocking her recklessness, kicked him again, yelling, "Stop laughing! Don't you know I'm in a bad mood? Either get out of here, or stop laughing!"
“Princess…” the Imperial Advisor extended his hand, “I will retrieve that feather.”
"And then?" The princess looked at him, who, though not laughing out loud, had a smile plastered on his face like someone who had lost their mind, and said helplessly, "You don't want to marry in my place, do you?"
"That's why I say this is against the will of Heaven, and it's difficult!"
"My Qianyan dynasty is doomed. As long as I can turn my luck around, I don't care about defying the heavens!" She snorted coldly, took another swig of wine, and suddenly felt a little aggrieved: "Before you, there was a way to say that I would bring disaster to the country."
"Um?"
"And then I killed him." She sighed, hanging upside down from the city wall. The Grand Preceptor, fearing she would fall, quickly pulled her up. "You know, I was so young then, why did you kill him?"
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