Seeing that Wuya looked so haggard and disheveled, Fucha was relieved that she had escaped the Cold Palace. She grabbed Wuya's hand and comforted her, "Sister, how could I forget? Here I am."
Uya looked around to make sure no one was there, then looked at Fucha with expectant eyes and asked, "Have you thought of a way to get me out of here? I really can't take it anymore. You promised me you would find a way to get me out of here... right? Right?"
Fucha did not answer Wuya's question immediately, but instead pulled Wuya down to sit and asked in a low voice, "Do you remember the Xin Zhe Ku?"
Uya was taken aback, cautiously released her grip, looked around before speaking with a strong and calm demeanor: "What did you say about Xin Zhe Ku? Didn't we already agree that no one would mention it?"
Fucha felt a chill run down her spine and gripped Wuya tightly, saying timidly, "I had a nightmare last night. I dreamt that the slaves who were burned to death in the Xinzheku came back as vengeful ghosts to claim my life..."
Startled by Fucha's words, Uya felt the temperature drop and shrank back. She whispered a scolding, "You said it was just a dream... Why are you so timid now?"
Lady Fucha shook her head, and asked absentmindedly, "Do you believe in ghosts?"
At this moment, Lady Wuya only wanted to escape the Cold Palace and regain the Fourth Prince's favor. She had thought Lady Fucha had come to save her, but so far she hadn't uttered a single word of help. Instead, she had been spouting nonsense about nightmares and vengeful ghosts.
Uya looked at Fucha suspiciously, wondering if Fucha didn't really want to save her and was just saying these things to distract her. She was furious and coldly shook off Fucha's hand again, saying, "Even if there are ghosts, they will only come after the murderer who killed you. Don't forget how the fire started. You've already taken so many lives. Isn't it too late to be afraid now?"
Lady Fucha shook her head violently, her eyes wide, and said, "You don't know what I went through, that's why you think I'm talking nonsense. I don't believe in ghosts either, but since I experienced that incident, I've realized that many things in this world don't just disappear because you don't believe in them..."
Uya glanced at Fucha and, seeing her agitated expression, realized she wasn't lying. Curious, she asked, "What happened? What's wrong? You've become so suspicious..."
Empress Fucha clenched her fists, seemingly struggling for a long time before slowly uttering the two words "rebirth".
Uya didn't understand and frowned, asking, "Rebirth? You mean coming back from the dead?"
Fucha shook her head, her eyes empty and blank. Recalling everything from her past life, she smiled bitterly and said, "Resurrection means that you were never really dead. Rebirth means that you died in the previous life, but you go back to the past and live another life..."
Uya chuckled and couldn't help but say, "Are you out of your mind? What do you mean?"
"I...I am a reborn person..." Fucha suddenly moved closer to Wuya and said, "In my previous life, because of the death of Consort Nian's youngest son, Hongfu, I was framed by Consort Nian and beaten to death...I still clearly remember everything that happened that day. Now I have been brought back to life, but I cannot escape what is about to happen..."
Uya was skeptical and asked, "Hongfu? Hongfu is alive and well, how could he be dead?"
Fucha sneered, "I told you you wouldn't believe me. Hongfu will be murdered soon. In my previous life, I didn't know who the murderer was, and I was used as a pawn and died unjustly. But this time is different. I will never let myself die twice..."
Uya looked at Fucha with a strange expression, and was shocked by everything Fucha said.
Fucha told Wuya everything about her previous life. The more Wuya listened, the more bizarre it seemed. She was shocked and deeply afraid. She even found the ghost story that Fucha had told her to be believable.
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