de them. 。In the vast valley, there was only Ye Fei Zhou left alive. That night, corpses were strewn everywhere, and one could faintly hear the howling of wolves. 。As a result, it took him over a yea...Ace Literature first release

Northern Qi, year 31 of Emperor Sheng's reign, a harsh winter.

The north wind howled, and the snow was hard as stone.

At the beginning of August, on the second day, Lin'an City, the capital, was filled with joy. The grand wedding of Ye Wenyan, the eldest daughter of General Ye's mansion, to Quan Qinglu, the sixth prince and Duke of Su, took place at night.

Finally, after years of waiting, Sister Four from the Ye family reached marriageable age and was able to marry into the Duke's Mansion of Sù as she had always wished.

But no one expected that early in the morning, two palanquins would be carried out from the General's Mansion. One came out from the front gate, and the other from the side gate.

One month ago, the Night General's mansion held two funerals. They were for General Night Zhenwei and his eldest son, Night Gui.

At this time, it wasn't appropriate to marry off a daughter. Firstly, the marriage with the Sixth Prince's Mansion had been arranged long ago and was only waiting for Night Four Sister Ye Wenyan to turn fifteen before the wedding took place. Secondly, according to Northern Qi customs, if there is a death in the family, one must either get married within a hundred days or wait another three years.

It is obvious that the Ye family doesn't want to wait three years, and the Sixth Prince's Mansion doesn't either.

Early in the morning, two palanquins arrived at the Su Mansion, one after the other. The bride who arrived first was ushered into the mansion with the sound of drums and gongs. However, the second bride was stopped outside the gate, not allowed to take even another step forward.

There was a grandmother standing before the palanquin, her voice as cold as ice: “Miss Ye Si, you are betrothed to our Sixth Prince. But our Sixth Prince was forced by your grandfather, General Ye Lao, he doesn't have feelings for you at all. It's just that since you're here now, we can’t send you back. We can only ask you to wait outside. After the prince and princess finish their ceremony, you can enter through the side door. You will be... a concubine.”

This statement was like a basin of cold water poured over Ye Wenyan's head, extinguishing his anticipation.

She dashed down the bridal sedan, stumbling into the mansion, just as she saw the beloved Sixth Prince, whom she had yearned for years, leading the bride's hand, step by step into the wedding hall.

Yè Wēn Yán instantly lifted the bride's veil, and what met his eyes was a familiar face—his cousin, Yè Hóng Zhuāng.

The honorable wife was reduced to a concubine. How could the fourth sister of the Ye family, who had been favored by General Ye since childhood, bear this

Ye Wen roared in the bridal chamber, slashing across Ye Hongzhuang's left cheek with a dagger, but also plunging that same dagger into his own heart.

Both her grandfather and father were dead, and with her loved ones so ashamed of her, she didn't want to live another moment!

……

Five miles outside Lin'an City, a carriage stopped by the roadside. The coachman dragged down a female corpse.

A dagger protruded from the corpse's chest, its blood clotted on the crimson wedding dress, hardened and stiff.

The bridal gown, from top to bottom, was draped with priceless rubies, almost blinding the driver's eyes.

He really wanted to pull out a gun from his pocket, hesitated for half a moment but didn't dare to do so. Finally, he hurriedly threw the body into the woods and drove away.

The barren wilderness, snow whipped by fierce winds.

When the heavy snow covered the corpse halfway, the bride opened her eyes!

Past events rushed by like a howling wind, the original owner's memories finally fixed at the moment a knife pierced their heart.

Ye Wenyan raised her stiff arms and finally grasped the dagger stuck in her heart. She used too much force, almost making her cry out in pain.

"Why die in such a way, and have to hurt yourself Wouldn't it be better to just take poison"

The snow fell heavier and heavier. Turning his neck slightly, he felt the thick snow get into his mouth from under the cover.

Ye Wen took a deep breath, reviewing the original owner's memories in his mind once more. Finally, he confirmed that he had successfully transmigrated, reborn as the fourth sister of a high-ranking general's family in Be Qi Nation. In this era, he was starting anew.

She was the last head of the Ye family, a descendant lineage with profound mystic arts. In her youth, she firmly believed that the grand Ye family, with its ancient origins, would remain unyielding to the tides of time, forever holding its unique place in the world.

However, with the development of society and the advancement of civilization, even a powerful family like Ye Jia had to choose seclusion, carefully hiding their sharp edges temporarily or forever.

She thought this was the end, but she had no idea that things were only just beginning.

In that era, only five ancient clans remained: the Xuan脈 Ye Clan, the Yi脈 Feng Clan, the Du脈 Bai Clan, the Pu脈 Feng Clan, and the Ling脈 Mu Clan.

Even though several prominent families tried their best to remain discreet, they were ultimately unable to escape the authorities' relentless pursuit.

The medical lineage heir, Feng Yu Heng, was killed when her helicopter crashed. The poison lineage heir, Bai He Ran, was shot dead by an unknown person. The divination lineage heir, Feng Qingqing, mysteriously disappeared. Only Ye Wen Yan and the spiritual lineage heir, Mu Jingyu, remain in the world.

She originally thought that even if the environment in the later generations had no spiritual energy, as long as there were flowers, her family could still cultivate and practice. After all, Ye Wenyan was born with the ability to use flowers to attract and transform them into spiritual energy, which could unleash powerful spells. No matter which family was destroyed by the authorities, they wouldn't be able to easily destroy the Ye family.

The result was truly beyond my wildest expectations. The authorities actually managed to develop something like a spirit-firing gun, wiping out the Ye family overnight.

Before his death, Grandfather was a calamity, but Ye Wenyan would not die. Everything would start anew in another space-time, and that is where the Ye family truly belonged.

"Is this it" she murmured, trying to sense the earth's energy.

It's a shame, I can't feel anything. Just like my past life, there's no spiritual energy here, or it might have already been completely depleted.

If there's no spiritual energy, then why does Grandpa believe the Ye family will start anew here

A fresh wave of pain pierced her chest as the blade lodged there once more. She wasted no time, summoning the faint sliver of spiritual energy that had accompanied her through the portal. Gathering it all in her right hand, she gritted her teeth and yanked the dagger free with a decisive jerk.

Spiritual energy enveloped the area, and the blood that was about to spurt out instantly ceased flowing.

Just as she was about to sit up, suddenly someone dropped from the sky and landed on her with a thud.

How did the dagger get pulled out and how was it put back in With a pop, Ye Wenyan rolled her eyes. This journey through time wasn't going smoothly at all...vely closed his eyes, and when he opened them again to go forward and help, the White Mansion gate was already open, and the servant at the door was staring blankly at her eldest sister. 。Xiao Jue qui...