C3

Jun Mohan who was walking in the secret passage felt a chill down his spine. How cold, could it be that the poison is going to spread again?

He quickened his pace and disappeared into the darkness.

White Brook lay on the cold ground, his entire body dizzy. In the cold wind, he seemed to shiver a little. She only felt very tired, she really wanted to sleep like this for a long time.

But no, because she heard people coming, and there were quite a few of them.

"Reporting to the commander, they've been apprehended!"

White Brook's voice rang out like a bell. She suddenly looked up and discovered that she was surrounded by a group of uniformed men. A shining saber was placed against her neck. With just a slight movement, she would die.

"Men, take this spy to prison and guard him."

A spy? Prison?

What are you playing at?

White Brook looked at the blurry figure in front of him, pain written all over his face. His head seemed to be about to explode, as memories that didn't belong to her appeared in his mind …

How could that be?

She actually transmigrated?

Or was it an idiot who could not speak and had the same surname?

It can't be?

So ungrateful?

But before White Brook could even react, he was dragged out of the Yellow Tomb by the arms of two guards. The area outside the Royal Tomb was covered in pure white snow. Snowflakes rolled down from the sky like goose feathers that fluttered in the wind. He gently landed on the grass, on the garden's rock garden, the snow fell on the ground, it was so pure and crystalline, it was really hard to bear stepping on it.

The front of White Brook's chest was soaked in fresh blood, making his clothes particularly bright and eye-catching.

Wherever White Brook passed by, the ground would be stained with blood, ruining this beautiful scenery.

White Stream was drowsy and drowsy along the way. This sort of beautiful snowy scenery was extremely attractive to her as she had lived in the south since she was young. But she didn't have the time to appreciate it, so she was imprisoned.

Late at night

White Brook lay on the dusty mat of withered grass. The bone-chilling cold wind caressed her face, making her head feel as if it were about to explode. To everyone's eyes, this was an ancient prison cell.

She looked at the dart that was stuck firmly in her chest. Luckily, she had sealed her acupoints when no one was looking. Otherwise, she would definitely die when the poison entered her liver and spleen.

White Brook leaned his exhausted body against the wall, one hand touching the dart. He only heard a "chi" sound as she pulled out the dart, and there seemed to be traces of flesh hanging off it. He ignored the pain from the wound and stuffed the dart into his sleeve. A trace of viciousness flashed across his eyes. Revenge, ten years won't be too late.

Perhaps because the speed at which he pulled out the darts was too fierce, White Brook felt his heart overturn. He spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his vision blurred as he fell onto the mat of withered grass.

"Miss, Miss, how are you? Wake up? "

White Brook's eyes widened. In his eyes was a little girl dressed in blue, her face covered by a blue silk scarf.

"Who are you?"

White Brook instinctively stretched out his hand to pinch the approaching person's neck, his eyes glaring at her.

"Cough …" Miss, I am your maidservant Lan Yi … Cough, what's wrong with you? "

Lan Yi looked at White Brook, obviously still a young miss. Her eyes immediately reddened, and tears streamed down her face.

"Stop, don't cry."

When White Brook heard this, he remembered that Lan Yi had always been by her side. Without batting an eyelid, he withdrew his hand and leaned weakly against the wall.

Lan Yi was instantly free, using his hands to support his body as he gasped for air. Since when was the young mistress so formidable? If it wasn't for her luck blocking his attack just now, she would have died a long time ago.

"Miss, you can speak?"

After a long while, Lan Yi took off his veil, showing the appearance of a young family. But, her words couldn't be hidden, and her eyes revealed her wariness. If White Brook said something wrong, the little girl by her side definitely wouldn't let her go.