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Rebirth?
This is impossible. She was blown apart; even if she could come back to life, she should be in tatters. However, since she woke up, aside from feeling weak all over and suffering from severe neck pain, there are no other injuries. Moreover, when she looks down at her fingers, they are clearly delicate and fair, with skin as smooth as fine jade. Where is the slightest trace of harm?
Skin as smooth as fine jade?
She gazes at her fingers in horror. She is an orphan; in the past, she was an assassin, and later she left that profession to become a mercenary. Since childhood, she had been trained in various combat skills and escape techniques, and there was hardly a patch of unscarred skin on her body. Even after growing up and having the scars removed, there remained a scar on her hand that stretched from the webbing between her thumb and index finger to the palm. That wound had been deep to the bone, and even with modern skin grafting techniques, it never healed completely. There was always a faint reddish scar; others might not notice it much, but it was her own hand, which she saw every day, so she knew it well. Yet now, this pair of hands looks tender as spring onions—where did the scars go?
Even more bizarrely, after years of training, her palms were thick with calluses, yet these hands are clearly untouched by any labor. They also seem smaller and much more beautiful!
Suddenly, a thought surged into her mind. In an instant, it felt like a "boom," and the entire world darkened; the thousands of troops before her became a blur.
Has she crossed over?
How is this possible?
Such nonsense that only fools would believe has actually happened to her! Should she thank the heavens for giving her a chance at rebirth or blame them for playing a strange joke on her?
Reborn in someone else's body, living in such a strange land, facing a group of people who are so barbaric and fierce!
Yin Luo's gaze fell upon the long swords held by those people. They wielded swords and wore matching armor; judging by their attire, it was clear they were definitely not from the Qing Dynasty. Her knowledge of history is poor, so she has no idea which dynasty it could be.
As a killer and mercenary, and the best at it, she was highly perceptive of the situation. From her current perspective, the ghost-faced man before her and the vast army surrounding him were enemies. On the other hand, the old man calling out to her seemed to care for her, but he was currently blocked by the ghost-faced man's people. This meant that she belonged to the old man's faction, while the vast army and the ghost-faced man were on the opposing side. Her faction was at a disadvantage and could not win.
Having analyzed the situation clearly, Yin Luo's gaze fell once again on the ghost-faced man.
Traveling through time was not frightening for someone like her, who was all alone; as long as she could survive, that was capital enough. Unfortunately, she had now taken on a new appearance, and her body was not her own. Naturally, she had lost the physical strength and agility she had painstakingly developed over more than twenty years. Therefore, escaping from this vast army was absolutely impossible.
However, she had just offended the ghost-faced man, which would surely lead to a bad outcome. Yet now she could not fight back, especially since she did not even know her own identity and was completely unaware of the relationships involved. After analyzing everything, her conclusion was that in terms of timing, location, and support, she was at a disadvantage with no chance of victory.
The ghost-faced man claimed to be "this king," which meant he must be a prince and the leader of this group. Yin Luo lowered her gaze with difficulty; for now, her only option was to fight for survival!
She inserted the previous hairpin into her hair and looked at the ghost-faced man, saying, "How does Your Highness plan to deal with me?"
Mu Changqing's lips suddenly curled into a bloodthirsty smile. The crowd shivered under his aura, unable to see how strange that smile beneath the mask truly was. At that moment, they heard his voice, soft yet chilling: "You are my bride. Since you are not dead, that is even better. Naturally, we shall proceed to our wedding chamber immediately."
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