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Donghu Academy and Fazong Temple are both located in Qishan.

Song Qingning rode his horse and arrived at the foot of Qishan Mountain several hours later.

The mountain road is rugged and can only be traveled on foot.

Song Qingning settled the horse at the post station at the foot of the mountain.

When tying up the horse, Song Qingning noticed that the mark on the reins of the horse next to her was the same as the one on Ta Xue's body.

It belongs to the Prince of Huai's mansion.

Song Qingning thought of Xie Xuanjin.

Passing by Fazong Temple, I overheard young monks talking, "The noble person comes every month to chant sutras and pray for that blank memorial tablet; such sincerity is truly precious."

"Whose memorial tablet is that without any inscription...?"

"Shh, don't ask. This isn't something we can talk about. Let's go, let's go."

The two young monks bowed to Song Qingning and hurried away.

Looking at the Fazong Temple in front of her, Song Qingning connected it with the horses from the Huaiwang Mansion at the foot of the mountain and vaguely confirmed that the noble person they were talking about was the Huaiwang.

The Prince of Huai set up a blank memorial tablet for the Crown Prince at Fazong Temple.

Song Qingning remembered her past life, when she was trapped in the snow and rescued by Xie Yunli.

The Prince of Huai visits Fazong Temple every month, so it's only natural that Xie Yunli would also visit Fazong Temple.

Fortunately, I met him that time; otherwise, in my previous life, I probably wouldn't have had time to learn the truth about Liu's child swap and would have frozen to death in the snow.

Song Qingning arrived at Donghu Academy and met Song Shiyin.

"Ning'er, you've been traveling back and forth again. I'm doing well at the academy, so you don't need to come see me so often." Song Shiyin felt sorry for Song Qingning's tiring journey.

Seeing Song Qingning made him feel especially at ease.

The two men talked about the disaster that had struck Runan County.

Song Shiyin took out a scroll of writings and handed it to Song Qingning, saying, "These are some of my thoughts on the post-disaster reconstruction of Runan County that I have been writing down over the past few days."

During my last visit to Donghu Academy, Qingning mentioned that Runan County had been experiencing continuous heavy rains, and the river embankments were likely to be damaged.

Unexpectedly, news of a disaster in Runan County came just a few days later.

Song Shiyin was surprised that Qingning had such foresight, and also knew that Ning'er hoped he could contribute to the post-disaster reconstruction of Runan County.

After reading it, Song Qingning praised it highly.

She knew that her brother harbored great ambitions and talents.

In his previous life, Liu suppressed him at every turn, letting him rot in the mud, and even his death was disgraceful.

Fortunately, she was reborn.

"Brother, I'll take these." She wanted her brother to be seen by others.

She then took out a birthday gift she had prepared for her brother long ago. "Brother, this is a birthday present for you!"

A small but powerful dagger made of black iron, small enough to be used for self-defense.

In both her past and present lives, this was the first time she had ever given her brother a gift.

Song Shiyin stared at the dagger, his eyes widening in shock.

"You silly girl, other women give gifts like sachets and pendants, but you gave a dagger. What will you do when you meet someone you like in the future?"

Song Shi concealed the emotions in his eyes, looking at Song Qingning with doting affection.

He knew his sister was different now.

There was light in her eyes, and that light illuminated him as well.

It all started with her return to Beijing this time.

Song Qingning never thought she would meet someone she liked.

With my older brother here, we'll be reunited as a family in the future.

Her only wish in this world is for her family to live well.

"Don't like it? Give it back!" Song Qingning reached out, unusually playful.

Why would Song Shiyin return it to her?

He would treasure the dagger his sister gave him.

not only that.

He needs to grow up quickly, grow up to be capable enough to protect her, and become the sharpest dagger in Ning'er's hand!

Not long after Song Qingning left Donghu Academy, the sky darkened and soon became overcast.

The downpour came suddenly.

Song Qingning stopped at a dilapidated temple to take shelter from the rain.

She was very familiar with the dilapidated temple. In her previous life, she was rescued by Xie Yunli and woke up in this very temple.

The rain has been falling for a long time without stopping.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from outside, and then someone entered the dilapidated temple.

Song Qingning looked up and saw Xie Xuanjin.

He was soaked to the bone when Xie Xuanjin saw Song Qingning taking shelter from the rain in the dilapidated temple, and he was slightly surprised.

The two exchanged a glance, and Song Qingning was the first to stand up and bow, "Your Highness, Prince Huai."

Xie Xuanjin simply nodded.

Song Qingning consciously gave up the space and went to the inner room next door.

The Prince of Huai's clothes were all wet. Even though his body could withstand the cold, it was still uncomfortable to wear wet clothes.

The temple was dilapidated, with holes connecting the walls.

Xie Xuanjin lit a fire, and the firelight shone into the inner room through the cracks in the hole.

Song Qingning glanced at the firelight.

With just one glance, Song Qingning's breath caught in her throat, and her heart skipped a beat.

Fortunately, she didn't make any noise and disturb the Prince of Huai, who was outside taking off his clothes.

Song Qingning calmly turned her gaze away, deciding not to look at what was improper.

She had seen men's bodies in the military camp.

After the war ended, the military doctors were too busy to handle everything, so she would help out. Treating wounds often involved cutting open clothes, and she was used to seeing the wounded.

But that glimpse just now was different from anything I'd seen before.

Especially outside the wall, shadowy figures would occasionally slip into her peripheral vision, disturbing her peace of mind.

Song Qingning finally couldn't take it anymore and simply turned around, facing away from that side.

But the next moment, when she saw the tall figure reflected on the opposite wall, Song Qingning was stunned for a moment, and could only smile bitterly.

Then all I could do was close my eyes.

It's not that she doesn't want to see it, it's that she's afraid to see it.

If the Prince of Huai were to discover that she had seen his body, she wouldn't even know how she died.

She hasn't lived enough and doesn't want to die.

The rain hadn't stopped by nightfall, so we had to spend the night at the temple.

Song Qingning had fallen asleep at some point. She was always vigilant, but when Xie Xuanjin entered the inner room, she was still fast asleep.

Xie Xuanjin lit a fire in the inner room.

He then covered Song Qingning with the dried outer garment before leaving the inner room.

It rained all night.

Xie Xuanjin closed his eyes and began to have the same dream he had been having lately.

In his dream, he rescued a woman in the snow.

The woman's face remained blurry.

She asked him, "May I ask your name, my benefactor? I will be eternally grateful for your life-saving grace."

Qingning...is her name Qingning?

Song Qingning?!

Xie Xuanjin suddenly woke up with a start.

She had never mentioned her name in my dreams before, but in the dream just now, the three words "Song Qingning" were exceptionally clear.

Was the woman in my dream Song Qingning?

Xie Xuanjin was incredulous.

How is that possible?

The woman was dressed as a married woman, while Song Qingning was not yet married. The woman had a disability in her right leg, and Song Qingning...

"May I ask your name, my benefactor? I will be eternally grateful for your life-saving grace."

Suddenly, Song Qingning's sleep-talking came from the room next door, separated by a wall.

Xie Xuanjin looked over.

Suspicion, shock, as if something had exploded in my mind.

"Song Qingning." Xie Xuanjin was certain that the person in his dream was Song Qingning.

Are they just having the same dream? Or is there some other connection between them?

Xie Xuanjin entered the inner room and looked down at Song Qingning, who was lying on the pile of straw.

She frowned, not sleeping soundly.

Song Qingning dreamed of her past life, dreaming that she was turned into a human pig by Song Qingyan, dreaming of hearing the news of her parents' and brother's deaths, and dreaming of that heavy snow.

She was abandoned in the snow by the Jiang family, but someone rescued her.

She woke up still weak and could only see a blurry figure.

She asked him his name.

He replied: Xie Yunli!

"Thank you, Yunli!" Song Qingning suddenly sat up in shock.

Before she realized she was dreaming, she saw the outer garment covering her and immediately recognized it as the clothes Xie Xuanjin had worn yesterday.

Shocked, Song Qingning looked up and saw Xie Xuanjin standing a few steps away from her.

He stared intently at her.