She killed him.

After going around for more than a year, she still killed him with her own hands.

With a wry smile, the world swirled, she closed her eyes, and couldn't speak for a long time.

After a long time, she finally heard the assassins kneel on the ground, "Her Royal Highness Chitose!" ”

It really felt like a big dream.

Did she wake up from this dream, and she was still the naïve and naïve princess of Yan who didn't know anything about the world?

No...... The strong smell of blood pierced the dream, and there was no smell in the dream.

The name of Her Royal Highness the Princess, Uncle Ling always has bad intentions on his lips.

Now that she was called out seriously, she felt a little strange.

"Princess Yan has completed her mission." Her gray eyes were boring when she reopened.

Her voice was light and ethereal, and she said softly word by word: "From now on, there will be no more her in this world." ”

"Your Royal Highness Princess, if you don't go back with us, what will you do when Uncle Ling's people come to catch you alone!"

"Your Royal Highness! The eldest princess is still waiting for you to go back in the Yan Realm! ”

The huge inn, from the guys to the guests, is all pretended to be from Yan Guo.

"Everything I have has given to Yan Guo, what can be given, what cannot be given, what can be done, and what cannot be done......" she sighed deeply, "I have done everything I can." ”

"Now, I just want to be myself once."

She walked straight forward, ignoring the advice.

At this moment, they all stood still, looking at this woman covered in blood and looking embarrassed.

The former princess of Yan Kingdom, the former pearl of King Yan, and the former pride of Yan people.

She stepped over the corpses strewn across the ground, walked through the bloodstains everywhere, and stepped out of their sight.

The figure was far away, and it became a black dot.

Just as the world is like a chess game, the heroes play against each other, and the small chess pieces can only be constantly removed, disappeared, and forgotten.

Leaving the inn, she went up the mountain alone and delivered her tired body to the valley of Yunmeng Mountain.

Without thinking about anything, her feet were moving, and she was walking, like a walking corpse.

Today, the country is in ruins, and the people are struggling to make a living.

If there was anything she had hoped for, it was after the war had subsided......

Don't ask about the world, return to the forest.

The eldest sister and the father, each of them has their own happiness and mission.

For her, she is the only one in her vision.

She watched the sun rise and the moon set in the mountains alone, working, stroking the piano, cooking tea, but she was dead.

But in the long battle with Uncle Ling, I don't know when, there was one more person in that ethereal vision.

She wanted to play the piano while the man listened.

When she wanted to keep the sunset, the man stood side by side with her.

When she looked back, the man finished the painting......

Delusion! What wishful thinking!

In a flash, she had reached the steep part of the valley.

The mountain wind whistled up from the bottom of the valley, and death was crying out.

She smiled, presumably, this is the most gentle arrangement that fate has given her.

Fulfill her wishful thinking!

Tie the hair with the pillow seat, and Huangquan is a friend.

This is a lie she told him sincerely, and he took it seriously?

Thinking of his touched look, she laughed out loud.

On the steep cliff wall, a waterfall is like a jade belt, and it plummets to the bottom of the valley.

Feiyan's heart is also like this water falling straight down, never to return.

"As a native of Yan Kingdom, I have to kill you, but as Ji Feiyan...... How can I leave you alone ......?"

With that, she walked forward fearlessly, and jumped down.

The wind is like a wave, and she is like a drop in the ocean.

One by one the people she has treated with her heart, familiar faces flashed in front of her eyes.

Father, mother, eldest sister, depth of field, perilla......

Uncle Ling.