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The Empress was quite protective, which reminded Liu Ruoruo of Old Man Liu from the Twenty-First Century.
Clearly, it was all Murong Xue's doing, yet the Empress not only refrained from scolding or punishing her but even pressured the Prime Minister to allow Murong Xue to handle Feng Chen.
As Liu Ruoruo stepped out of the palace, she found herself surrounded by a group of charming men from the Prince's Residence.
Frowning in annoyance, Liu Ruoruo shouted for Mo Ying to drive all these men out of the room.
After shutting the door, she intended to rest quietly for a moment, but was startled into jumping up by a strange black whirlwind that appeared before her.
A man with Purple Eyes materialized like a ghost, standing tall and exuding a cold yet uniquely captivating aura. " Liu Ruoruo, do you know why you have been so unlucky in the Twenty-First Century?" he asked.
Liu Ruoruo blinked hard and stared at him for a long while, too intimidated to take a step forward.
However, recalling her unfortunate demise, she couldn't help but feel indignant and mustered the courage to ask, "Who are you? What does it have to do with you?"
The man's eyes sparkled with a melancholic light as he smirked slightly. "I am your Apprentice Matchmaker come to save you. You are Murong Xue from your past life, who committed many sins, and that is why you are suffering now. I am giving you a chance: within two months, you must eliminate the hatred Feng Chen and Feng Lan hold against you. Otherwise, you will be cast into the Eighteen Layers of Hell and never be reborn."
"I... I... Why should I trust you?" Liu Ruoruo wanted to negotiate further, but as soon as she finished speaking, the Purple-Eyed Man vanished without a trace, leaving only an empty room behind.
Liu Ruoruo felt like crying without tears, staring blankly at the spot where he had disappeared, wishing she could just find a piece of tofu to smash her head against.
Make Feng Lan forgive Murong Xue?
It would be quicker to give Feng Lan a knife and let her stab herself.
Moreover, with only two months to accomplish this task, failing would mean descending into hell. This was truly more difficult than Tang Seng's journey for scriptures!
After a mournful sigh, Liu Ruoruo decided to start with something simpler—she would first meet Feng Chen, who was locked away in the royal prison, to see if she could find a breakthrough.
The royal dungeon was indeed just like those depicted in dramas: dark, damp, and filled with a foul stench.
When she finally laid eyes on the imprisoned Feng Chen, accompanied by Mo Ying, she was momentarily stunned.
The Purple-Eyed Beauty had felt like a blood lotus growing on the other shore, capable of stealing lives in an instant; Feng Lan radiated the charm of a bloodthirsty rose; but Feng Chen struck her as a profound touch that tugged at her heartstrings. He appeared ethereal, dressed in flowing white, as if a gentle autumn stream were caressing the parched rice fields.
In that moment, she understood why Murong Xue from her past life had been so easily captivated by this celestial man with just a fleeting glance.
Even though his clothes were tattered and his body bore whip marks and bloodstains, trapped in this filthy cage, he still exuded an aura of purity and nobility.
“Your Highness,” Mo Ying softly called out, pulling Liu Ruoruo back from her distant thoughts and prompting the man in the cage to turn his neck slowly to look at her.
His gaze was as cold as the ice of a snow-capped mountain, piercing directly through Liu Ruoruo.
“Is Your Highness here to personally end Feng Chen's life?” Feng Chen's voice was deep and frigid, as if it had emerged from the depths of hell.
His words poured over Liu Ruoruo like a bucket of ice water, chilling her to the bone.
Step by step, under the piercing gaze of his knife-like eyes, Liu Ruoruo struggled to approach him.
Each step felt like walking on the edge of a blade, requiring immense courage.
With a determined heart, Liu Ruoruo did something that left Mo Ying, who had calmly stood by Murong Xue's side for over a decade, utterly astonished.
Her knees buckled, and with a thud, she knelt on the ground. Tears streamed down her face as she grasped Feng Chen's hand tightly, her voice trembling with emotion as she said, "I'm sorry. It was all my fault in the past. This brush with death has opened my eyes, so please believe me when I say I've decided to turn over a new leaf!" As she spoke, she shook Feng Chen's hand vigorously, her eyes filled with sincerity and hope.
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