Chapter 2, Soul Transmigration

Bai Qianqian furrowed her brows, and then her cold gaze shifted elsewhere, her brows knitting even tighter.

Miss ... ... Miss? Qiao'er, who was crying sorrowfully, suddenly heard the voice of the young lady and thought it was just her imagination

Indeed, the chest is in perfect condition; through the thin fabric, there are no wounds or traces of blood on the chest.

This is not her hand

This is a completely different person If I am not mistaken, this is the owner of the surge of memory images that suddenly emerged from her The third young lady of the Prime Minister's residence in Dongli State, Feng Hongluan

A scene depicts a stunningly beautiful woman named Feng Hongluan, holding a divorce letter, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, leaping into the lotus pond in the backyard of the Prime Minister's residence of the Eastern Li Kingdom

Countless images suddenly flashed through her mind, memories surged like a tide. Bai Qianqian felt a sharp pain in her head and immediately released her grip on Qiao'er’s neck, covering her forehead with her hand

Then the gaze shifts downward, revealing a delicate and well-proportioned figure, yet lacking her perfection, evidently a result of long-term malnutrition, appearing rather frail. Lifting the quilt reveals a pair of very petite feet, but fortunately, they are not the kind of bound feet seen in ancient times.

"Don't make noise! Let me be quiet for a moment!" Bai Qianqian pushed Qiao'er away, as she did not like strangers being so close. She sat up, her face cold, and asked, "Where is this place?"

Bai Qianqian looked at Qiao'er, who was about to leave, and then at the situation in the room. Suddenly, she felt something was amiss and abruptly reached out to grab her arm

Finally, her hand lingered on her face, with her fingertips gently tracing the features.

Two scenes, both inadvertently searing her heart.

Miss? Qiao Er's face suddenly turned pale, and her tears flowed like pearls that had come loose from their string: "Miss, please don't scare me, Qiao Er... Wuwu..."

Awakened by a sudden burst of crying, she felt someone shaking her vigorously, and Bai Qianqian slowly regained consciousness

She clearly remembers that in the end, she was shot in the center of her chest by Yalin, right in the heart. She also fired a shot in the end, but she knew that her shot only hit Yalin's arm... and then there was Lanye...

From now on, it is only our turn to bully others, and no one can bully us anymore, rise up

A scene depicts a woman named Bai Qianqian, holding a handgun, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, collapsing on the wedding banquet with blood staining her chest.

Clearly, this is not her body, not her feet, not her hair, not her face

Her complexion changed instantly. Bai Qianqian looked at Qiao'er, her cold voice trembling slightly: "Who am I...?"

"Who am I? How did I end up here? Don't say I killed you!" Bai Qianqian loosened her grip on Qiao'er’s arm and suddenly seized her by the neck, her voice as cold as ice.

Running her fingers through her hair, which is very long, longer than her arms, soft like a piece of satin, with a very soft and comfortable texture

However, it is also possible to leave him with a memory. A memory of lifelong disability

In the end, she fired a shot, but instead of hitting his heart, it wounded his arm. This was because she did not want to see him on the road to the underworld

Our residence only has the Lord, the young lady's grandfather, and the old master has long since passed away! Qiao'er, whose tears had just stopped, began to fall again in a flurry: "Young lady, please do not frighten Qiao'er... I will go and ask the second madam to find a doctor for you..."

Ignoring Qiao Er's cries, Bai Qianqian's mind was entangled in two memories, and she did not know how much time had passed before finally settling on two scenes

Her soul is now within her body

With her eyes closed, Bai Qianqian looked at Qiao'er in front of her, who was crying inconsolably. She slowly lowered her head, her gaze fixed on her own heart.

As soon as she touched Qiao Er's arm, Bai Qianqian's gaze fixed on the hand that grasped Qiao Er's arm... It was a pair of fair and delicate little hands, very soft, very white, very slender, and very graceful

Their home, compared to here, is like a paradise in a luxurious villa! This place is nothing but a slum

Miss, please do not die... do not leave Qiao'er behind... Wuwu... Miss... it is all Qiao'er’s fault for not taking good care of you, please wake up... Qiao'er is willing to die in place of you...

Miss, this is the Prime Minister's residence! Are you referring to the Prime Minister? The Prime Minister went to Chenzhou the day before yesterday and will not return until three days later... Qiao'er looked at Bai Qianqian, feeling anxious in her heart

Miss ... ... Miss ... ... Qiao'er’s cries were intermittent, sorrowful and hoarse

You stop right there

Little ... ... Miss ... ... Qiao'er looked at the small face in front of her and, in an instant, felt the presence of death. She gazed at the young lady, who was radiating a murderous aura, trembling all over and unable to utter a word in fear

Miss... Miss, you are awake, how wonderful... Qiao'er was so scared, thinking that you would just leave Qiao'er behind... and never wake up again... It is truly great that you have awakened, Miss... Qiao'er, with a tear-streaked little face, was instantly filled with joy, rushing forward to embrace Bai Qianshan tightly, sobbing as she said: "It must be that Madam is watching over us from above, bringing you back, Miss..."

Bai Qianqian reached out to cover her heart, closing her eyes to feel the bone-deep pain

There is no need for goodbyes, it is good that she is alive. Bai Qianqian raised her gaze and offered a gentle smile to Qiao'er, who was kneeling by the bed with tears in her eyes.

Her hands, although white, soft, slender, and graceful, are a size larger than this, presumably due to years of holding a gun, and are certainly not perfect to the extreme.

Where is my grandfather? Bai Qianqian looked at Qiao'er, and several thoughts quickly flashed through her mind. How could her grandfather possibly allow her to stay here

Before me was a small face that looked utterly miserable, a girl of about twelve or thirteen years old. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she wore a dress made of cloth, reminiscent of those seen in ancient costume dramas. However, this dress was tattered and far too old, wasn't it

Prime Minister's residence? Bai Qianqian, no matter how clever she is, cannot comprehend it for a moment: "I said my grandfather! What are you talking about?"

Bai Qianqian finally opened her heavy eyelids, and her cold gaze immediately turned towards the room

The table has lost a leg, the chair has a broken leg, and the wooden beams and door by the window are clearly decayed wood, waiting to collapse at any moment. The teapot and cups used for drinking water are worn smooth and shiny, indicating that they have been in use for quite some time

Consider how Yalin's shot struck her directly in the heart; how could she possibly survive? Even if her grandfather were to summon the world's best doctors using the fastest helicopter, she would still not survive

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of the mouth

His arm is incapacitated

Home? Bai Qianqian furrowed her brows, surveying the room once more, wondering when their home had ever had such a place

It is unclear whether he truly intends to kill Lan Ye or if he aims to draw out his own assassination. However, none of this is of any importance now

She had never known that Yalin's marksmanship would be so exceptional, not at all inferior to her own as the number one assassin in the underworld. She had never realized that his gentle and refined handsome face could also display a cold, ruthless, and merciless expression. Moreover, he shot at her without any mercy.

"Little... Miss, what is wrong with you? This... this is our home..." Qiao'er was pushed away, and upon touching Bai Qianqian's cold face, she immediately felt a panic in her heart

With closed eyes, I opened them for the first time, only to find my eyelids very heavy, unable to open no matter what. I then heard a mournful and sorrowful cry, which made me feel a wave of annoyance. A cold voice spoke up: "It's so noisy, can you please be quiet!"

Miss ... ... Miss, what is wrong with you? Miss ... ... " Qiao'er hurriedly stepped forward a couple of paces to look at Bai Qianshan, wanting to reach out and touch her but hesitating. She just stood there crying, watching her cover her head in discomfort: "Miss, are you feeling unwell ... ... "

The tender voice of a young girl cried out in a pitiful and mournful manner, as if her throat had become hoarse from weeping, and there seemed to be no end to her lamentation

This room is even more dilapidated than the coarse cloth skirt of this maid

It is all Qiao'er’s fault, it is too late to find someone to save the young lady... Young lady, you must not have any mishap... Qiao'er, I am sorry, young lady..." Qiao'er suddenly knelt down in front of the bed with a thud, her body trembling incessantly

After a comprehensive glance around the room, Bai Qianqian reached a conclusion: such an exquisite place could probably only be found in an African refugee camp. The value of the antiques is unparalleled