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For several days in a row, that feeling of panic would occasionally intrude, disturbing my peace of mind.

Three days before the coronation ceremony, Wan Zi entered the palace to report on her duties.

Not long ago, Xie Xuanjin appointed Wan Zi as the deputy commander of the Shence Army. Song Qingning holds half of the Shence Army's military command, making him Wan Zi's superior.

The head maid from the Imperial Wardrobe delivered the phoenix robe to be worn on the day of the coronation ceremony, and Hongling helped Song Qingning try it on.

After Wan Zi finished her report outside the screen, she was about to leave when Song Qingning called her back.

"Has anything special happened lately?" Song Qingning asked casually.

Wan Zi pondered for a moment: "There is one special thing."

Tell me about it.

Wan Zi seemed to become interested when she thought of that matter. "The other day, when I went to Cangling Pavilion, I saw intelligence reports sent from various places. One of them was quite interesting."

Wan Zi once worked under Xie Xuanjin, responsible for intelligence gathering.

He now serves as the deputy commander of the Shence Army, and still oversees the collection of intelligence from various regions.

Moreover, the Cangling Pavilion, which used to operate in the shadows, has now come into the open and is a well-known royal intelligence agency.

Not only does it collect intelligence from the imperial court, but it also incorporates intelligence from the martial arts world into Cangling Pavilion's intelligence gathering efforts.

The "interesting" information Wan Zi mentioned came from the martial arts world.

"The intelligence said that in Cangzhou in the western border, there is a wicked doctor who can change people's faces. When I was learning disguise from my master, he said that changing faces is very cruel and no one can endure that kind of pain."

"Even if you can endure that kind of pain, the chance of failure for face transplantation is extremely high. If it fails, you will definitely die."

"Even my master has never seen a successful face transplant, let alone me."

"Therefore, when I saw the news at Cangling Pavilion, I became particularly interested and paid extra attention to it."

"The news said that in Cangzhou, a woman changed her face to seek revenge. The woman was originally the illegitimate daughter of a wealthy family in the area. She lost her mother at a young age and was abused by her stepmother, who then sold her into a brothel."

"She somehow managed to change her appearance and become her elder sister, and then, with the airs of an elder sister, she married a young master from a prominent local family."

She fell in love with that young master from a noble family, but he loved her elder sister.

"For some unknown reason, the young master of the noble family discovered that she was not her elder sister and wanted to expose everything. The woman was also brave; she killed the young master and then committed suicide."

This matter caused quite a stir in Cangzhou.

Wan Zi only regarded this as a story in a storybook. What she was really interested in was the evil doctor who could change faces.

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"I was thinking about when to ask for leave to see that wicked doctor and learn a thing or two, but who knew..."

A hint of sadness flickered in Wan Zi's eyes as she sighed, "Among the intelligence reports sent along with this, the evil doctor is dead."

"Dead?" Song Qingning asked in surprise.

"Yes, he's dead. The coroner from the Cangzhou government examined the body and found he was killed with a single blow. There was no resistance or struggle, and he was not on guard. It must have been done by someone close to him."

"But that evil doctor lived a secluded life and rarely interacted with people. I suspect he was silenced."

He was silenced...

Song Qingning agreed that this was possible.

Such things happen quite often in the martial arts world.

After thinking it over, she didn't feel that this matter had anything to do with the unease in her heart, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

Wan Zi withdrew.

Song Qingning's strange panic still surfaced from time to time, and her unease grew stronger.

On the day of the coronation ceremony, the unease reached its peak.

Early in the morning, the jade bracelet she was wearing on her wrist broke.

The jade bracelet broke without any impact, which is not a good omen.

"Your Majesty..." Even Hongling was a little flustered.

The jade bracelet broke, slipped off her wrist, and shattered into pieces on the ground. Hongling snapped out of her daze, immediately squatted down, and while picking up the jade bracelet fragments, she murmured, "May the broken pieces bring peace."

He then comforted Song Qingning, saying, "Your Majesty, it's common for jade to break. Please don't worry too much."

Song Qingning was also slightly dazed.

With Hongling's comfort, Song Qingning came back to her senses and managed a weak smile, but her mind was still on the broken jade bracelet.

Hongling has been by Song Qingning's side for a long time and has long since grown into a capable aunt in charge.

Without waiting for Song Qingning's instructions, she went down to make arrangements, making sure that everything was under control and there would be no accidents before she felt a little relieved.

Today, the main hall for the investiture of the empress is located in the Chongming Hall.

The noble families, court officials, and noblewomen were already waiting in Chongming Hall.

Xie Xuanjin was also in Chongming Hall.

Song Qingning, dressed in a phoenix robe, walked into Chongming Hall with graceful bearing. Everyone's face showed amazement, and after the amazement came satisfaction.

Xie Xuanjin stood in front of the dragon throne. Before Song Qingning could even approach, he eagerly went to greet her, then took her hand and walked forward together.

His large hand, held firmly in his palm, felt incredibly real.

Xie Xuanjin recalled the scene from his dream, and his heart pounded like a drum.

"In this life, you are real!" Xie Xuanjin's voice rang out beside Song Qingning, his tone filled with undisguised relief.

He was grateful that he had made that decision in his past life, which led to their being together in this life.

And that him from his past life...

Xie Xuanjin seemed to think of something and lowered his eyes slightly.

He hadn't dreamed about his past life for a long time, especially after Song Qingning woke up and remembered everything from her past life, he felt even more certain that he would never have that dream again.

But a few days ago, he dreamed of his past life again.

However, Song Qingning was not in the dream, only one person—Xie Xuanjin from the previous life!

In his dream, he saw his past life self, now with gray hair.

He sat behind his desk in a side hall of Jinhua Palace. A tall stack of memorials on the desk almost completely obscured him.

He reviewed memorials, occasionally glancing up at the memorial tablets on the altar opposite his desk.

That is the memorial tablet of Song Qingning from her previous life.

Not long after, a middle-aged man led a toddler in. The two of them first bowed to him, then offered incense to the memorial tablet on the altar and kowtowed.

The movements were very practiced, as if it were a regular occurrence.

The middle-aged man called him Father Emperor and Mother Empress, while the young child called him Grandfather and Grandmother.

The middle-aged man and the toddler both looked remarkably like Xie Yunli.

From their conversation, he learned that in his previous life, he married Song Qingning's memorial tablet and never married again.

Yunli married a daughter of the Cui family.

Yunli and Cui's first child was adopted by him and raised as their heir.

In the final moments of the dream, his past life seemed to be on its deathbed, still calling out the name "Song Qingning".

When Xie Xuanjin woke up, his heart ached terribly.

But more than anything, I feel fortunate.

As Xie Xuanjin thought about that dream, he subconsciously tightened his grip on Song Qingning's hand, as if he had to hold on tightly to live up to his fate in his previous life.

The ceremony for bestowing the title of empress was elaborate.

In her previous life, when Song Qingning was a ghost, she had already seen it once.

This life is very familiar.

Once all the procedures were completed, the court banquet for celebrating the emperor began.

At the palace banquet.

The noble families, court officials, and noblewomen paid their respects, and everything went smoothly.

Suddenly, the little prince's wet nurse rushed over in a panic.