Chapter 1 Rebirth

"Ji Yunxi, who do you think you are?"

"You're just like your mother. She was a slut, and you're nothing but a vixen who knows how to seduce men!"

"Ji Yunxi, having to play nice with you every day and looking at your breathtakingly beautiful face, I've been itching to tear you into pieces. I could carve a million cuts into your face and still not quench my hatred."

Right in front of her.

Was Ji Yuyan's nearly distorted face.

She was the younger sister Ji Yunxi had loved the most. The one she had spent half her life protecting with all her might - Ji Yuyan.

But now, a searing pain welled up in her chest and clawed at her heart.

Ji Yunxi's eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn't fathom that on her wedding day, her dear younger sister would charge into her room with a weapon and drive a sharp sword right into her chest.

"Ji Yunxi, if you think you can marry Brother Ning Yuan, you'd better take a good look at yourself and see if you're even worthy!"

The sword was yanked out, and a gush of scarlet blood spurted out.

Ji Yunxi lost consciousness and plunged into a chaotic void.

She could no longer perceive anything from the outside world.

Recalling the sword, she realized it wasn't Ji Yuyan's usual weapon. Its power didn't even seem of this world.

She had no idea where Ji Yuyan had gotten it, but she refused to die like this.

She still had so much left to do. She couldn't leave Ji Yuyan alive in this world. She wanted to expose her true face and make sure her father and brother were no longer deceived. And the revenge for her mother's death was still unfulfilled. She wanted to see Ji Yuyan's mother, Mrs. Qiao, pay for what she had done!

Ji Yunxi's hands reached out once again in the chaotic space.

Just as her consciousness was on the verge of complete despair, she seemed to grasp a wisp of spiritual energy.

The next moment.

Ji Yunxi snapped her eyes open.

Her body felt rigid, and the pain in her chest came rushing back, etched deeply in her memory. Her scattered pupils gradually focused.

Then.

She began to gasp for air, her whole body trembling.

Fear, nausea, and a deep-seated dread of death.

After her vision cleared, she looked down at her hands. Her fingers were as slender as scallions, fair and long. They were definitely hers, but now they were spotless, without a trace of blood.

Pain!

Apart from the ache in her chest, there was also a searing pain in the depths of her brain, as if her nerves were being torn apart.

Ji Yunxi clutched her head as a flood of memories that didn't belong to her came pouring in.

There was a sea of red. A man in a bright red wedding robe was inconsolably grief - stricken. He held a woman in his arms. Her body was already stiff, but he kept trying to pour his spiritual energy into her, desperately trying to bring her back to life.

"It's no use. She's already dead," Ji Yunxi, floating in mid - air, couldn't bear to watch and said.

The man in the room immediately looked up, as if he could see her.

Ji Yunxi was stunned when she saw the man. He was incredibly handsome, with a face as fair as jade and eyes like stars. At this moment, those clear eyes were filled with profound grief. It was Prince Feng? Feng Xingzhi!

Then she looked at the woman in the man's arms. Ji Yunxi's eyes widened even more. The woman was none other than herself!

"Xixi, you have to wait for me. I will definitely find you again," Feng Xingzhi lowered his head and gently kissed away the tear tracks on the woman's face. He was so tender, as if the woman in his arms was a priceless treasure.

Ji Yunxi leaned forward, trying to see more clearly and asking what had happened.

But the scene in front of her blurred again.

When she came to her senses, there was another unfamiliar scene.

She was still in her wedding dress. Feng Xingzhi was pulling her along, flying at breakneck speed. The trees flashed by in a blur. They were cornered, with a sheer cliff ahead.

Feng Xingzhi fought bravely against several masked men to protect her. The opponents were highly skilled in spiritual arts, but Feng Xingzhi managed to hold his own.

At the same time.

A mysterious man wearing a veil hat descended from the sky. He stabbed a sword at the woman who looked just like her.

"No!" The roar reverberated through the mountains.

Feng Xingzhi dropped his sword and rushed towards the fallen Ji Yunxi.

She reached out her hands, trying to wipe away the tears streaming down his face.

"Don't... don't... cry... I, I've always... always been here..."

Just as the woman's eyes closed again, Feng Xingzhi let out a long howl to the sky. At that moment, the spiritual energy he emitted was so powerful that the whole world would have been in awe.

He looked up, his face covered in blood and clear tears streaming down.

Ji Yunxi's heart ached violently. She instinctively wanted to comfort the grieving Feng Xingzhi in front of her. Seeing his overwhelming sorrow, she felt an inexplicable sadness welling up inside her.

But once again, her vision and the scene blurred.

"Miss, miss! What's wrong with you, miss?"

Ji Yunxi felt her body being shaken violently. She finally snapped out of her reverie and saw her maid looking at her with a worried face.

She reached up and touched her face. It was wet.

Had she been crying?

Why was she crying?

Was the man in those memories really Feng Xingzhi? Whose memories were these? Why was she crying and feeling heart - broken over things that didn't seem to concern her?

"Xier, what time is it now?"

"It's a quarter past seven, miss. The Prime Minister should be back from court soon. Your engagement should be settled today."

Engagement?

An imperial edict for marriage?

Ji Yunxi looked around at the familiar surroundings and finally realized that she had been reborn. She was back to the day when she had begged her father to ask the emperor for an imperial edict for her marriage.

Overjoyed.

Ji Yunxi quickly got up, pushed open the door, and was about to go and see her brothers to discuss a plan when she happened to run into Ji Yuyan, who was coming to find her.

"Sister! Sister, please save me!"

Ji Yuyan was crying so pitifully. The moment she saw Ji Yunxi, she threw herself into her arms. In the past, this act had deceived Ji Yunxi so badly. She had softened her heart again and again, never imagining that in the end, it was this dear younger sister who had stabbed her through the body and taken her life.

"Sister, you will definitely help me, right?"

"Sister surely doesn't want to see me jump into the fire pit. Sister, please help me. Ask Father to tell the emperor to let you marry Prince Feng instead of me. Sister, if I marry that useless and sickly Prince Feng, my whole life will be ruined."

Ji Yuyan's performance was so convincing.

Even the servants in the mansion were moved and wiped away their tears.

Ji Yunxi smiled calmly and said softly, "My dear younger sister, kneel down and beg me. If you kneel, I'll agree to your request."

Hearing this, Ji Yuyan was stunned.

She looked up in disbelief, the tear tracks on her face still damp.

Ji Yunxi had always granted her every wish. Why was she acting like this this time?

Not far away, there came a few familiar voices. Ji Yuyan tilted her body slightly and saw her two brothers walking towards them.

An idea popped into her head.

Taking advantage of the angle, she leaned to one side and raised her right hand, slapping herself lightly on the face.

With a "pop", Ji Yuyan's body fell to the ground.

Hearing the sound, Ji Yunchen and Ji Yunyi quickly rushed over.

"Sister, why did you hit me?"

"Ha? Didn't you hit yourself?"

Ji Yuyan started crying again and accused, "Sister, you know I like Brother Ning Yuan. Why do you still want to marry him? That's bad enough, but why did you hit me without even asking what happened?"

Ji Yunxi laughed. She took two steps forward.

Bending down, she gently lifted Ji Yuyan's tear - stained face with her slender fingers.

Then.

"Pop!"

The sound was even louder. In an instant, the other side of Ji Yuyan's face turned red and swollen.

This slap.

Completely stunned everyone on the scene.

Ji Yunxi stood up gracefully, clapped her hands, and said disdainfully, "Look clearly. This - is what I do when I hit someone!"