Emperor Xuanzhao threw the jade in his hand into the cave, "It seems that we can't go tonight, so you should continue to wait."

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"Ronghua," Jimo Beige said in a low voice, looking at the night.

Fu Ronghua was wearing a light blue dress, standing in the night. The moonlight poured down and fell on her white skin, showing a bit of vulnerability.

She tilted her head, "What you said is true." Her voice was soft, revealing a bit of sadness.

Jimo Beige turned around and saw Fu Qingyi walking over, without any sense of urgency.

Jimo Beige spoke again, "The inheritance I received is different from Qingyi."

Fu Qingyi's lips smiled warmly, "If Miss Fu is willing, the Saint's Tomb and his party will naturally find out."

Fu Ronghua was a little curious about the inheritance in Jimo Beige's mouth, but she didn't think it was weird. It was as if these two words were normal to her.

She twirled her fingers lightly. All the events since her rebirth left a huge mystery in her heart, just waiting to be solved one by one.

"Why me." She tilted her head and asked, her eyes as light as glass.

Fu Qingyi stretched out his left hand slightly, placed his fingers together on his forehead, "I know from the inheritance that you are probably a descendant of Jialan."

He raised his head. Even though his eyes were covered, Fu Ronghua still felt that he was looking at him.

"I once heard Bei Ge say that if a descendant of the Jialan royal family appears, those of you who receive the inheritance will obey unconditionally." Her smile deepened, "You never thought of resisting?" She was just curious, so she didn't do anything.

Covert inquiry.

Fu Qingyi's smile remained unchanged, still gentle and light, "You don't know what we got. Maybe when you really see it, you will understand what we are doing now."

Fu Qingyi's tone was calm, "She has never restricted us, but those who are greedy. Otherwise, why do you think that ambitious people like Beizhou will remain silent."

"You are still not sure that I am a descendant of Jialan, so if you address me like this, Lord Fu will not be afraid of misunderstanding." She sat down and asked with a chuckle.

Fu Qingyi pursed her lips slightly, "Even if you are not, you are still the wife of the emperor."

"What exactly does Xuan Ji want? Immortality." She murmured.

Fu Qingyi rarely frowned, "Since ancient times, the emperor has always been blessed by luck. Maybe he has spied something that makes his heart move, so he will take action without hesitation."

Jimo Beige raised his eyes slightly, "It's over there."

Fu Qingyi saluted again, "In that case, it's time for Fu to say goodbye."

He left in the night, and Fu Ronghua looked at his back with a dark and hard-to-discern expression.

Jimo Beige also spoke, "It's time for me to leave too."

Fu Ronghua stood up and said, "I'll see you off."

She was the only one left in the courtyard. She opened her hands, and her white fingers were as jade-colored and exquisite. She tied her hands to her eyes, and the voice got closer and closer.

It was like a ball of flame, surging, roaring, and sweeping towards her.

From the moment she stepped here, she felt as if she had entered a mysterious world. Her dreams every night and everything in them that were magnificent and mysterious made her feel even more familiar.

Knowing that something was about to break out of the ground, her reaction was not fear, but a sense of joy and a long-awaited sense of the dust settling.

It was like knowing that someone was guiding her here step by step, but she was not surprised at all, and even felt like this from the bottom of her heart.
Chapter completed!