The night is deep, a few stars hang alone in the night sky, and the moonlight is cool, which makes this side of the world more and more lonely.

In March, the cool breeze is blowing.

Fengling Dynasty, Prime Minister's Mansion, Plum Courtyard.

This is a quiet courtyard, located in the northwest corner of the Prime Minister's Mansion, because the terrain is very inconspicuous, but the unobtrusive courtyard is now full of lights.

In the inner room, on the bed, the wet girl fell asleep with a pale face, and on the side of the couch, the old man with white hair took out a silver needle and slowly pierced it along the girl's Baihui acupoint.

"Hmmm......"

With a thud, the girl woke up slowly.

Frowning and coughing lightly, her expression changed, and she raised her hand to cover her throat suddenly, with a faint surprise in her eyes, why is her throat hot? Could it be that the explosion damaged the vocal cords?

"Third Miss?" The sudden call interrupted the girl's thoughts, and she was slightly startled, as if she didn't expect that there were other people in the room, and turned her head sharply to look over.

There were many people around the bed, no less than ten men and women, sitting or standing, staring at her closely, dressed in gorgeous robes and tied their hair, looking like ancient nobles.

Ancient times......

The girl's thoughts flashed, and she looked down at her clothes, her eyes widening slightly.

Before she could think about it, there was a sudden tingling in her mind, and fragmentary memories came from all directions, rumbling into her mind, she gritted her teeth violently, and her face turned pale instantly.

The tearing ravages lasted for nearly half a moment, slowly converging into clear memories, the girl covered her head and gasped softly, while digesting the memories in her mind, until those pictures were deeply engraved, she slowly raised her head, and the figure in her sight was no longer unfamiliar, but became the most familiar memory.

The girl hooked her lips, shook her weak palm slightly, and her eyes slowly condensed.

She was born again.

This is an otherworldly continent, called the Holy Spirit Continent, and the country where she is located is called the Wind Spirit, which is one of the largest countries in the Holy Spirit Continent and the country ruled by the imperial power.

The owner of the body is named Zi Yan Ruo, who is the third lady in the house, and his father and son Yan Wenqian are the prime ministers of the dynasty, and the Holy Spirit Continent is mainly based on cultivation, and the strong are respected, Zi Yan Ruo has a brother and two sisters, and a younger sister below, all of whom are talented spiritual cultivators.

Although Zi Yanruo is the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, she is unable to cultivate her aura because her spiritual veins are exhausted, and she has become a "waste" ridiculed by everyone in the mansion, and she has been excluded and embarrassed, and even the maidservants in the mansion dare to sneer at this "waste" lady.

Because she has no aura to protect her body, and she is often entered by it, Ziyan Ruo's body is very poor, but at the age of thirteen, she is only ten years old, and she has an ugly appearance, so she has been inferior and cowardly since she was a child.

Although Zi Yanruo was born with an ugly face, her eyes were extremely beautiful, clear and rippling like a lotus out of water, which was extremely lovable, so she was jealous and almost gouged out her eyes.

This time, she refused to destroy her eyes, so she was pushed into the lake and drowned.

Digesting the memories in her mind, the girl sneered silently, it seems that Zi Yanruo's life in the Prime Minister's Mansion is not satisfactory, so he will give up control of his body so easily.

Recalling the last scene in her memory, the girl raised her eyes, and her cold and beautiful eyes shot coldly at the tender yellow figure in the corner, and the bottom of her eyes was slightly cold.

"Her" died thanks to the fourth lady.

"Third Miss, are you in trouble?" Seeing that the girl was silent, the doctor called again, and the girl withdrew her eyes, hid the coldness in her eyes, and shook her head gently.