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Chapter 220 The World Will Never Again See the Feathered Immortal

Yu Feixian boarded the carriage.

From then on, there was only "Princess Xianyao" in the world, and no longer "Flying Fairy Saintess".

She and Nan Xianyao are not twins, but they look exactly alike.

Because they share the same father, and their mothers are cousins.

Little did Nan Yaoxian know that from the day she left Nan Yue in accordance with the divination, she was beginning to walk towards her predetermined fate.

On the day of her coming-of-age ceremony, after the divination, she was surprised to find that she still had energy left, so she secretly did another divination.

However, the divination result had nothing to do with the future of Nan Yue, but was more like her and her sister—twin flowers, one dead and one alive, one alive and one destroyed.

From that moment on, she knew that only one of her and her second sister could survive.

Her father favored the Imperial Concubine and her second sister, and treated her and her mother coldly. She knew that if she had to choose between them, she would lose.

Soon after, news of the father proclaiming himself king reached Daqi, and the Daqi emperor sent troops to attack him.

This action indeed fulfilled the instructions of the divination.

The Great Qi War God was invincible and his reputation was known even in the Southern Yue.

As expected, upon arriving in Nanyue, he led his elite troops to swiftly capture Xunshan, then seized Shimen River, and seized Nanyue's warships and provisions. He then rapidly advanced towards the Nanyue capital.

When faced with this war god prince, the army of Nan Yue, which had once been proud of its surrounding small countries, appeared so vulnerable.

But the Seventh Prince, who was making rapid progress by building bridges over rivers and opening roads through mountains, could not have imagined this.

What awaited her was not victory, but a trap that cost tens of thousands of lives.

Even before they learned that the general ordered to lead the campaign was the seventh prince,

Her younger sister, who was not yet an adult, boldly suggested to their father: use the people of a city as bait to completely eliminate the seventh prince.

She felt this was wrong and tried to dissuade her father, saying that the seventh prince was protected by dragon energy and was the reincarnation of the Purple Star, so he would not be so easily harmed.

Doing so would be too sinful and might even enrage him completely.

However, her words were not taken seriously, and she even angered her father, who punished her by sending her to Tianchi to pray for the army.

The second princess concealed her identity and went to the city a month in advance to set a trap.

Yu Feixian closed her eyes; the scene of her first encounter with that person was still vivid in her mind—

His arm was pierced by a poisoned arrow, and the arrow had to be removed and the rotten flesh dug out.

After many days of fighting, the unique climate of Nanyue made it difficult for many soldiers to adapt. The herbs they brought with them were running low, and the herbs in the mountain forests were unusable in the short term due to Nanyue's advance preparations.

To obtain the arrowheads, the only option is to dig them up raw.

When she was arrested and brought into the camp as a spy, what she saw was a man reading a military book while the army doctor pulled out arrows and cut out flesh, and he was so calm that it was as if he was not injured.

That was their first meeting, and the first time she witnessed just how terrifying this legendary Great Qi War God was.

Such strong willpower and physical strength, a powerful military mind, and outstanding leadership skills, with the entire army obeying orders without question, and discipline so strict in such harsh conditions that it was awe-inspiring... Suddenly she understood everything.

As long as such a person lives, South Vietnam will surely follow its destined path.

At that moment, she made her decision.

The second princess said he was not trustworthy and would definitely break his promise.

Little did she know that on their very first meeting, he had clearly told her that he would definitely destroy Nan Yue and make the Nan Yue people pay with their lives for his men.

His intentions were never concealed.

She remained silent for a long time, then, as the Holy Maiden of Nan Yue, she swore allegiance to him with her deep understanding.

He only requested that after conquering Southern Vietnam and eliminating the royal family, he not massacre the people of Southern Vietnam.

"The people of Nanyue are innocent. All the provocations against Daqi were committed by the King of Nanyue. If the general wishes to retaliate, then please punish the royal family of Nanyue."

The man, who had been indifferent all along, finally looked at her properly when he heard this. A strange smile appeared on his exquisitely handsome face, which was almost sinister: "You are quite filial."

Her heart skipped a beat; unable to guess his thoughts, she could only lower her head and remain silent.

The man, his upper body bare and muscular, stood up from the chair and said to her, "If you can really do it, this general can grant your request." She looked up in surprise, her heart pounding with unprecedented excitement, as if something was about to burst from her chest.

"Princess, we have arrived."

The coachman's voice came from outside the carriage, and the woman who had been resting with her eyes closed opened them, the faint mist in her eyes quickly dissipating.

She stood up, lifted the heavy carriage curtain, and stepped out, as if leaving all the past behind...

"After all this talk, I still don't know what you look like. Take off your veil."

“A veil…” Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively wanted to refuse.

But she met the man's gloomy, dark eyes, devoid of any emotion: "What, is it not allowed?"

"……Can."

Her fingertips trembled as she removed her veil, revealing a face she had never shown to anyone before.

According to the traditions of the Southern Vietnamese, a holy woman can only marry the first man who has seen her face.

"Sister, watch your step."

The third prince couldn't help but reach out and support the person.

Before he could even touch her, the woman withdrew her hand: "I'm fine. You can go back now."

He nodded and left with the servants arranged by Da Qi.

She remained where she was, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, and told herself:

From this day forward, there will only be Nan Xianyao in the world.
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"Sweetie, is it fun to be tied up like this?"

The man's breath seemed to burn his skin.

The person he was holding couldn't smile at all. Her watery eyes were so delicate they looked like they were about to burst with tears, and the corners of her eyes were as red as rouge. She looked at him with pleading eyes.

"What did you say? I can't hear you, can you speak louder?"

His eyes gleamed as he looked down at her, his gaze filled with an intense sense of predation.

"Woooooooo..."

The little girl cried uncontrollably, her eyes filled with both hatred and allure.

When she was finally able to speak, her first words were: "Waaaaah, Ling Xiao, you bastard!"

"Hmm, that's not a very nice sentence,"

He leaned down and kissed her, his voice sexy and husky with a hint of laughter: "Let's change it. Be good, call me husband."

"Hmm? How did I beg you back then?..."
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When he received the news that the princess of Nanyue was setting off to return to Nanyue, Murong Jing, who had almost become a prince consort in a political marriage, was still somewhat bewildered.

In his memory, that princess was not the type to give up halfway; she couldn't possibly leave so easily.

During the days he was forced to spend with her, he regained some of his memories.

Similarly, this time the memory is still different from reality:

In his dream, the princess of Nanyue fell in love with him at first sight, but she was extremely jealous and used all sorts of means to target him. Not only did she humiliate Sangsang, who became his concubine, but she also ruined her appearance.

After being disfigured, Sangsang left the Duke's mansion and was about to hang herself when she encountered a wandering doctor.

The itinerant doctor was highly skilled; he restored her appearance and even passed on his medical knowledge to her.

These things wouldn't surprise Murong Jing much.

What truly tormented him was that, following the footsteps of the girl in his dream to the countryside, he actually encountered a drunken itinerant doctor under that tree.

"Why, how is this possible, how could this happen..." he murmured, almost afraid to think any further.

If it's true, then what is false?

If it's fake, why does it actually exist?

Sang Sang, Sang Sang, can you tell me why?
Why do I keep dreaming about you, about things that never happened?

Did something really happen between us?