Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

Every word and phrase of Zhu Yu's past seems to be etched into Song Yueyao's heart.

The world is now divided into four parts, with feudal lords ruling their own territories and declaring themselves kings.

Among the various warlords vying for control of the Central Plains, Liangya Prefecture, Lingyu Prefecture, and Xun Prefecture possessed the largest territories and the strongest power.

Her mother's family, the Jiang family, had been loyal and valiant for three generations, fighting for Liangya Prefecture and their blood staining the mountains and rivers.

In the most tragic battle, almost the entire family perished. The whole family went to war in a grand procession, but in the end, only the white-haired commander Jiang Yue returned in triumph with dozens of coffins from the Jiang family.

Song Zongyu, the lord of Liangya Prefecture, used the pretext of providing relief to marry Jiang Qing, the only surviving daughter of Jiang Yue.

Anyone with eyes to see clearly knows that he has always been wary of the prestige of the Jiang family army, fearing that their achievements would overshadow the emperor. He thought that by taking advantage of the Jiang family's dwindling numbers and marrying Jiang Qing, he could seize control of Jiang Yue's only weakness.

Since birth, Song Yueyao has never received a proper look from her father, Song Zongyu.

The imperial harem was like a silent, ravenous net. As an unfavored princess, she was taken out of the palace by her maternal grandfather at a young age and raised in a military camp.

Her mother, on the other hand, was kept under house arrest in a cold and desolate palace for a long time.

Only when the Jiang family army achieves meritorious service will the father grant them permission to enter the palace for a visit.

My grandfather would often stand in front of the camp, gazing at the vast sky filled with yellow sand, until the last ray of the setting sun sank into the earth.

His eyes were clouded with twilight, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Yaoyao, nowadays, treacherous officials are in power in the palace, and the Jiang family has no successor... After Grandpa passes away, I'm afraid the people of Liangya Prefecture won't be able to enjoy a few more years of peace..."

Who says the Jiang family has no successor? Isn't she one of them?

Song Yueyao thought unwillingly.

From that moment on, the little girl gripped the spear tightly.

She trained day and night, getting prickly heat in the heat and frostbite in the cold; she worked harder than any other soldier in the camp.

The lieutenant and officers often surrounded her, pointing and laughing. Seeing that she was not even half the height of a spear, they couldn't bear it and specially crafted a light and easy-to-handle crescent blade for her.

She wanted to prove it to her grandfather.

Women can also accept military orders, gallop across the battlefield, and protect the land.

Her good fortune didn't last long. When she was eight years old, the barbarian tribes of the desert invaded, and her grandfather died on the battlefield.

She didn't even have the chance to carry the coffin and fulfill her filial duties before Song Zongyu hastily sent her to Lingyu Prefecture as a hostage, pleading with Lingyu Prefecture to send troops to reinforce her.

She was accompanied only by an old nanny, and the two of them suffered cold treatment in a foreign land. She had no time to grieve, but instead channeled her grief and anger into strength, continuing to practice martial arts every day without fail.

One day, she accidentally noticed a young guard on the wall peeping at her practicing martial arts.

The crescent blade in his hand flew out with a sound, startling the other party so much that he fell off the wall and landed hard on his buttocks.

The young guard hurriedly explained that he had originally intended to sneak out of the palace to visit his family, but he had unintentionally seen her practicing martial arts there, and asked the heroine for help.

Seeing that the young guard was handsome and no more than two years older than her, and remembering that she was a hostage and in a precarious situation, Song Yueyao kindly helped him distract the patrolling guards and help him leave the palace.

The two became close confidants, sharing everything and developing a very intimate relationship.

Much later, she learned that the little guard was none other than Jiang Zhiyu, the young master of Lingyu Prefecture.

At that time, Jiang Zhiyu had become the only light in her dark days.

Song Yueyao understood the hardships of a woman's life better than anyone else, and that's why she cherished Zhu Yu's last remaining hope.

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at her, understanding her meaning, and then smiled gently: "Who said it's necessary to dispel the soul? I never said that."

Zhu Yu's eyes suddenly lit up: "Could it be that there's another way?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded: "Since you say that this vengeful spirit is formed from obsession, then let us fulfill its unfulfilled wish from its previous life. Once its wish is fulfilled, the resentment will naturally dissipate, and perhaps it will return to the cycle of reincarnation and be reborn."

Just then, Chai Xiaomi, holding the ghost baby, suddenly chimed in, "Oh, oh, oh, I know! That's just playing house!"

"If its only wish has always been for its mother to come and take it home, then we should just fulfill that wish."

"Xiao Mi is so smart!" Jiang Zhiyu reached for his folding fan, wanting to tap Chai Xiao Mi's head lightly as a sign of approval.

But when his gaze fell upon the boy behind her, the fan handle suddenly stopped.

What... what's going on?

His handsome face was now as red as a boiled shrimp, almost dripping with water.

The blush spread from her face all the way down to her ears and neck.

It looked like it had been baking in the scorching sun for a long time.

"Wu Li, are you sick?" Jiang Zhiyu asked worriedly.

"Probably." Knowing that his expression was unusual, Wu Li simply went along with it, "Ghost infants are yin in nature, and prolonged contact with them can easily lead to the invasion of cold energy into the body."

The implication was that it was all the ugly baby's fault.

Zhu Yu then hurriedly took the ghost baby from Chai Xiaomi's arms.

Chai Xiaomi asked suspiciously, "Are you really sick? Do you have a fever?"

If we're talking about coldness, he probably has more coldness on him. Besides, Wu Li's constitution is a hundred times stronger than hers; she can hug him without any problems.

She turned to look at the boy's increasingly flushed face, but also felt a little worried and wanted to reach out and touch his forehead.

"Let me feel it, is it hot?"

As the girl turned around, the symmetrical begonia embroidery on the trim of her dress dazzled the eye.

Wu Li abruptly turned his face away, leaving her with only his burning red earlobe, his voice muffled and almost inaudible: "...Mind your own business."

He truly hated the skirts worn by women from the Central Plains!

Not long ago, he had just remembered the thin gauze he had encountered in the "brothel" inn that had disgusted him for three days.

Just now, when Chai Xiaomi came over and took the ghost baby away, she insisted that the time for an incense stick had just ended and that she had not exceeded the time limit, refusing to admit it.

But he calculated the time in his mind and realized that it had long exceeded the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

The two argued vehemently, neither willing to give in.

So Chai Xiaomi simply resorted to being cheeky and bent down to hold the child. He didn't know where the anger came from, but he insisted on taking the ghost baby from her. It was probably from the moment Chai Xiaomi started praising the Qiankun bag left by Jiang Zhiyu for protecting her all night that he felt uneasy.

Do you really think that magical artifact is so miraculous? That it can even exorcise evil spirits?

That's incredibly stupid!

Perhaps fearing he might be violent towards the ghost baby, Chai Xiaomi bent over and tightly protected it.

The two were standing very close to each other.

He was about to release the red dragon to subdue her when, in the instant he looked up, his gaze fell squarely on the slightly open bodice of her dress—

It was bulging, and a deep ravine was faintly visible beneath it.

He knew what was inside...

She had once caught a glimpse of him by chance, and she was so angry about it that she gave him the cold shoulder and refused to speak to him.

That time it was just a glimpse from a distance, but this time it was right in front of me.

His breath could almost seep into his clothes.

Her rounded figure was framed by pale pink crabapple embroidery, which made her skin appear as white as jade. Although it was only a small part of the skirt that was exposed when she bent over, nothing was actually visible underneath.

But it was precisely that faint undulation that completely threw him into disarray.

Strange, he had clearly seen the strange woman's thin veil earlier, and he felt so nauseous that he couldn't eat for three days.

But why is it that every time he inadvertently catches a glimpse of that secret place under her clothes, he only feels a strange dizziness, his heart pounding like a drum, and his breath burning?

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a fever.

I didn't feel nauseous at all.

even......

I feel hungry.

I always feel like biting into something.