After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

Nothing more was said that night!

The pitch-black curtain, like a thick piece of silk, was slowly and carefully lifted by an invisible yet gentle hand.

The faint glimmer of light that had just begun to emerge was gently veiled by the slowly advancing daylight before it could fully reveal itself.

In the early morning, the cold air currents swam freely like icy snakes, making it undoubtedly the coldest time of day.

The white mist, like a light veil, gently drifted through the entire courtyard.

Every wisp of mist seemed to come alive, intertwining and entwining, like a dream, as if draping the courtyard in a mysterious and hazy veil.

In this cold weather, a warm bed is like an alluring haven, so inviting that one longs to linger there, unwilling to leave even for a moment.

And within this pervasive white mist, a voluptuous figure could be seen appearing and disappearing.

The figure was initially just a blurry outline, but gradually became clearer as the mist shifted slightly.

Her figure was graceful and elegant, like a fairy walking down from a misty fairyland.

It is hazy and enchanting, making people want to get closer, to unveil its mystery and see its true face.

Leng Chaozhi got up very early. As soon as the first rays of dawn broke through the darkness, she opened her eyes.

After a day of heavy snow, the entire courtyard is now covered with a thick layer of snow, resembling a fairytale world draped in silver.

While everyone was still fast asleep, she tiptoed into the courtyard, where the stove had already been lit, and wisps of smoke rose slowly into the cold air.

In the meantime, she picked up a shovel and began clearing the snow from the yard.

The shovel clattered against the ground, making a "creaking" sound that was particularly clear in the quiet morning.

Such days were commonplace for Leng Chaozhi.

There was no hint of complaint on her face, only a calm and indifferent acceptance.

But soon, this peace was broken by a slow and heavy knocking on the door.

The knocking sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet atmosphere, shaking a few strands of snow off the eaves.

Leng Chaozhi paused in her work, her beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she couldn't help but wonder: Who would be knocking on the door so early in the morning?

Despite her doubts, she put down the shovel and walked towards the gate.

As her footsteps drew closer, the urgent, almost anxious knocking outside suddenly stopped.

With a creak, the crack in the tightly closed door slowly widened as she pushed it open with both arms.

The first thing that came into view was a young man dressed in a neat Taoist uniform. He stood tall and straight, respectfully and politely outside the door.

He wore a gentle and humble smile, a smile as warm as the spring sun, making people feel very welcome.

"May I ask who you are?"

Leng Chaozhi's eyes, as clear as autumn water, were filled with doubt. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her rosy lips parted gently.

The voice was as soft as a gentle breeze brushing past the ear, yet it clearly carried a hint of doubt.

She didn't recognize the young Taoist priest in front of her, so she had to ask him cautiously and softly.

"Hello! Is this Luo Shisan's home?"

Luo Qingchuan asked with a smile and polite manner.

Although the person in front of him was just an ordinary person who seemed to be powerless, he did not put on airs as a prince, and spoke in a calm and humble tone.

Upon hearing this person dare to address his princess by her given name, Leng Chaozhi's doubts surged like a tidal wave.

A hint of wariness crept into his eyes, his gaze sharp as he scrutinized the person before him.

Luo Qingchuan took in Leng Chaozhi's expression completely. He then slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said gently, "My name is Luo Qingchuan, and I am Luo Shisan's seventh brother."

His voice seemed to possess an invisible magic, gently wafting through the somewhat chilly air.

Upon hearing this, Leng Chaozhi's tightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed.

His eyes, which had been filled with doubt, suddenly brightened as if pierced by a raging fire.

A barely perceptible look of surprise flashed across her eyes, like a tiny ripple on a calm lake.

Although she was unfamiliar with the young man's appearance, she knew the name Luo Qingchuan very well.

This is the name of the Seventh Prince, and this person has already stated that he is Luo Shisan's seventh brother.

Leng Chaozhi had no doubt whatsoever. She knew very well that no one would dare to impersonate a prince so boldly in the capital city; that would be a capital offense.

Leng Chaozhi just didn't understand why Luo Qingchuan would come looking for Luo Shisan.

"May I come in?"

Luo Qingchuan continued.

"Seventh Prince, I need to consult with Miss. Please forgive me."

Leng Chaozhi said in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant.

Even though the person in front of her was the Seventh Prince, she still needed to ask her mistress for her opinion.

Luo Qingchuan was slightly taken aback, but quickly recovered and said softly, "No problem."

Seeing this, Leng Chaozhi didn't say anything more and then turned and left.

Half an incense stick later.

Luo Shisan's pretty face was now full of displeasure.

Qingyu, dressed in green, stood quietly behind Luo Shisan, holding a three-foot-long green sword.

Those incredibly sharp eyes, like those of a fierce eagle, were fixed intently on Luo Qingchuan without letting up for a moment.

At this moment, although Luo Qingchuan did not reveal any cultivation level, he was like an invisible, towering mountain, bringing Qingyu an extreme pressure that could almost stop a person's heart.

Early in the morning, Luo Shisan was enjoying a wonderful dream, cuddling his soft little brother as he slept.

However, she was abruptly interrupted by Leng Chaozhi's hurried footsteps and anxious shouts, and was told that the Seventh Prince Luo Qingchuan had come to find her.

Although she racked her brains but couldn't figure out why her nominal seventh brother had come all this time, she gritted her teeth and didn't want to offend him, considering various factors.

From her reluctant and languidly getting out of bed, to forcing herself to get ready despite her sleepiness, to now sitting down with each other full of suspicion.

During this time, Luo Qingchuan remained silent, like a mute, staring intently at her without uttering a single word.

That look in her eyes made her feel extremely uncomfortable, as if she were some strange, rare, and unusual creature.

It would be strange if Luo Shisan were in a good mood right now; her heart was like a powder keg about to explode.

"What do you want? If you just came to take a look, you can leave now."

In the end, Luo Shisan could no longer restrain himself and took the initiative to break the eerie atmosphere.

Her brows were furrowed, her eyes wide open, and her tone was extremely displeased, as if it carried shards of ice that could freeze a person.

After saying this, Luo Shisan turned around and left without hesitation.

Just then, Luo Qingchuan's gentle voice rang out.

"Luo Shisan, as your older brother, am I not qualified to even glance at you?"

Luo Qingchuan spoke softly, his voice low but carrying a deep sigh.

His eyes were filled with complex emotions: relief, emotion, and a hint of barely perceptible guilt.

Luo Shisan has changed so much. The little girl who used to be disheveled and would only hide in a corner and tremble when bullied has now grown into a graceful young woman.

That aloof and beautiful face was like a cold moon hanging high in the sky, radiating a chilling light that made people dare not approach easily.