"Hmm-" With a sigh, Ling Ziyi opened her eyes tiredly, she only felt that her mouth was very dry, and there was a faint pain in her chest. I tried to support my body, but I couldn't lift any strength on my stomach.

She twisted her head with difficulty, and suddenly noticed a woman in red standing in the shadow of the door. The woman's back was to her, her long black hair loosely coiled behind her head, revealing a hint of dishevel.

"Who are you - where is this? Woo-"

The pain made Ziyi whimper softly, and she struggled to remember what had happened before she fell unconscious.

Fragments of memories poured into her mind sporadically, the cold wind, the uninhabited alleys, the immature children's voices, the red kimono, the pale cheeks, and the whites of the eyes without pupils!

Fear swept through her nerves again. Looking at the room in front of me again, it was antique - could it be -

"Squeak-"

The vermilion door was pushed open from the outside, and the sunlight from outside the house shone in. The maidservant Xiaole held the copper basin, saw the weak purple clothes on the bed, and said in surprise: "Niangniang, are you awake?" Great, the slave is going to call the Imperial Doctor-"

"Wait!" Before Ziyi could speak, the little girl had already disappeared. When Ziyi looked back at the woman in red just now, he saw that the place where the woman had stood was empty, only a pool of dark black blood.

"Ahh

There was a woman's heart-rending shout in the Ziyao Palace, and the palace maids and eunuchs who passed by all stopped, everyone only knew that the emperor's newly sealed concubine Niangniang was weak and had been sick in bed for several days, and she didn't know what was happening at this time.

Ziyi never thought that she would die like this. She has seen countless ghosts since she was a child, and she has also fantasized that she will be killed by a powerful ghost one day, but when this thing really happens, she still can't accept it. What's more, if she dies, she dies, why did she travel to another world, and the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was still a ghost?!

At this time, Ziyi was supported by the maidservant, looking at the unfamiliar face in the bronze mirror in a daze. Willow eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, a tall nose bridge, a slightly pale face, but no powder Dai Fanghua is at ease. It's just these eyes......

Even in the bronze mirror, Ziyi can still see that this body is not his own! Only these purple eyes - doesn't it mean that things outside the body can't be brought with them in life and can't be brought with them in death? Why can't she get rid of these ghost eyes even if she dies!

"The mother's eyes are so beautiful, they are like jewels offered by foreign tribes." The maid Xiaole looked at the purple clothes in the mirror obsessively, from childhood to adulthood, she saw purple eyes for the first time.

"The emperor has arrived—" The shrill voice recalled the purple clothes' thoughts.

Duanmu Xun heard Xiao Dezi's report in the morning, saying that the new concubine Niangniang had woken up, and she didn't have time to think about it, so she drove the Ziyao Palace. In the past few days, he has thought a lot, but he still has no clue, although he has secretly sent someone to investigate in the palace, but the other party seems to have been prepared, and he actually did everything without leaking.

"Slave maid see majesty." The palace maids around her had already knelt down, but the purple clothes were still sitting on the mahogany round chair, not that she didn't want to kneel, but that she saw the female ghost in red again.

Doesn't it mean that the emperors of ancient times were all the pride of the sky and the sons of dragons? Doesn't it mean that the ancient emperors had to be blessed by God, and the evil people could not enter the body?

But why...... That female ghost actually clings to the body of Duanmu Xun, the son of heaven, the Emperor of the Ninety-Five, and the emperor who is said to be blessed by the true dragon!