In the abandoned Taoist temple, a group of people surrounded the place.
The leading man looked at the woman with a big belly and a torch in her hand, showing a look of surprise.
"Yuanhao, you united with the Han family and the Yan family to murder the late emperor and put the blame on my husband. I curse you to die a good death."
The woman's voice was a little shrill. She looked at the man outside the hall with hatred, and then threw the torch in her hand to the ground.
In an instant, the main hall, which had been doused with kerosene, was ignited by fire, and the fire spread quickly and unstoppably.
The woman stood in the fire and smiled, her smile was tragic, until the flames filled the air.
She fell to the ground and looked at the stone statue of the Jade Emperor in the palace, with a tear falling from the corner of her eye.
Hate, she hates herself so much, hates herself for being incompetent, and even more hates herself for hurting her husband.
That amazingly talented man.
The raging fire swallowed her up, and she only felt so painful.
It really hurts.
Gradually, she sank into darkness, until a rich bell rang.
She seemed to see a ray of light, dispelling the darkness in front of her.
Xiao Jialan slowly opened her eyes and saw the compassionate Buddha statue. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on it, as if there was a Buddha's light.
She sat up and looked at the Buddha statue. It took a while before she came back to her senses.
Xiao Jialan reached out and touched her face. Before she could react, she heard the sound of footsteps. She looked up suddenly and saw a man walking towards her in the backlight.
The man's face went from blurry to clear, gradually overlapping with the image in the dream.
At this moment, even she herself was in a trance. Was this a dream or did it really happen?
Is she dead or alive?
"Jiajia!"
The man walked over quickly and his eyes fell on a jade pendant hanging around Xiao Jialan's neck.
He picked up the jade pendant and looked it up and down, and said excitedly: "Is it really you? My brother finally found you."
The corners of Xiao Jialan's lips moved, and this familiar scene made her eyes turn red.
She was not dead, or rather she was alive again, back in the year when she was living in Beichen, and was mistaken by Ye Jinming, the eldest son of the Duke's Mansion, for his long-lost sister.
That was three years before she was burned to death in a fire, and all the tragedies had not yet happened.
Looking at the familiar person in front of her, Xiao Jialan couldn't help but reached out and hugged him: "Brother?"
Ye Jinming said with red eyes: "Yes, I am your eldest brother. Brother Jiajia has been looking for you for ten years. How have you lived these ten years?"
Xiao Jialan couldn't bear to tell him that the real Jia Jia was dead.
There was civil strife in Nanyue. She escaped and was chased all the way. When she was passing through Yangzhou, she rescued a girl who was covered with injuries.
The girl was raised as a thin horse from Yangzhou. When she reached her age, she was spotted by a wealthy gentleman in his sixties and bought her as his concubine.
She was caught on the way to escape and beaten until she was breathless.
By the time she rescued him, it was too late. The girl gave her the jade pendant before she died, saying that she remembered that her home was in the capital and that she seemed to have an older brother.
Her last wish was for her to find her family for her.
So after the girl was buried, she came to the capital wearing this jade pendant.
It's just that the people sent by Nanyue to chase her have been chasing after her. All the guards she brought were dead and injured, and only one Xiao Ce was separated from her in order to distract the assassins.