"Han Qingge, you are so bold that you even tried to assassinate the Princess. You have committed an extremely heinous crime."

"From today onward, you will be expelled from the prince's mansion. You will no longer belong to the prince's mansion."

"Guards, lock her up in the dungeon!"

Han Qingge felt a roar in her brain, and the sounds echoed in her mind, giving her a splitting headache.

She opened her eyes in pain and saw the empty cell in front of her.

There were wooden logs all around, and dry grass was laid on the ground. There was only a window with an iron bar on top of it, and there were traces of sunlight.

This was a gloomy dungeon.

Han Qingge was stunned. She remembered that she had just accepted the inheritance of the Han family. As a result, something unexpected happened and she was attacked from behind. When she woke up, she came to such a terrible place.

And there was still a stream of memories that no longer belonged to her in her mind.

Han Qingge, the third daughter of the Han family of the Great Yan Empire, was married to the First Prince of the Yan Kingdom, Nangong Chen, by her father, Han Dong. Nangong Chen had never seen her for three years of marriage. Since Xia Lixue came to the prince's mansion, Nangong Chen hated her even more.

Until yesterday, when Nangong Yingying called her to the boudoir to talk about something, Han Qingge did not expect that when she arrived at the place, she found that Nangong Yingying had fallen to the ground with a serious injury.

Han Qingge hurriedly went forward to check, but was seen by Nangong Chen, who had rushed over.

A misunderstanding happened. No matter what Han Qingge said, Nangong Chen didn't believe it and directly threw Han Qingge into the dungeon.

Han Qingge had been tortured and beaten in prison, but it was all in vain.

Finally, today, she was out of breath and fainted. She was possessed by the modern Han Qingge.

Was she going to be beheaded tomorrow?

Han Qingge almost fainted. God, she was a military doctor in modern times. Although she was inevitably injured every day, she had never been hurt like this.

No, I can't faint!

Han Qingge gritted her teeth and wanted to stand up, but as soon as she moved, her whole body went limp.

Her entire body was covered in blood, and a single movement would affect her wound. A trace of blood flowed down from her arm. Based on her injury, even if she was not cut off, she would die from the infection of the wound.

Just as Han Qingge was in a daze, a red suit suddenly appeared at the door of the cell.

Her long black hair, which was as black as a spring, was sliding between her snow-white fingers. Her hair was coiled into a bun, with a jade hairpin and a pine hairpin. There was also a golden hairpin inserted in it. The long pearl jewelry was hanging down and swaying in her temples. She stared straight at Han Qingge in the cell with a trace of complacency on her face.

"What are you doing here?" Han Qingge raised her weak eyes and looked at her weakly.

"I'm here to see how My Lady is doing." Xia Lixue opened the cell door and walked in. While fiddling with her nails, she clicked her tongue and said, "But now it seems that My Lady is not doing well. Do you want me to plead for you in front of His Highness? Maybe His Highness will be soft-hearted and let you go."

Xia Lixue held Han Qingge's chin and said with a charming smile, "By the way, you must be very confused about who the assassin is."

Han Qingge did not speak. She was not stupid. There were not many people in the mansion who had a grudge against her, except for Xia Lixue. Who else would do such a thing to frame others?

"It seems that you already know. What, don't you hate me?" Xia Lixue looked at Han Qingge's eyes, which were still cold, and was a little surprised.

Seeing that Han Qingge was still ignoring her, Xia Lixue was not angry. Instead, she looked at the blood stains all over Han Qingge's body and said sadly, "Oh, look at these f*cking slaves. How could they be so cruel?"

"My Lady, do you feel any pain?"

As she spoke, Xia Lixue reached out and pinched Han Qingge's wound.

All of a sudden, hot blood flowed out of his arm and fell to the ground along his fingertip.

Pain, heart-wrenching pain.

Blue veins stood out on Han Qingge's forehead. The pain made him no longer have any scruples. He clapped his hands and slapped Xia Lixue's face.

"Pa!"

This slap had stunned Xia Lixue.

How dare she? How dare she hit me?

When Xia Lixue reacted, she was furious. She was about to fight back, but when she saw Han Qingge's cold eyes, she was shocked.

A trace of fear rose in her heart. She was afraid. She was afraid that Han Qingge would do something terrible.

After all, she had heard that many dying people would put a burden on their backs before they died.

She was still young and still wanted to be the princess of Prince Yu's Mansion. She couldn't let this dying person drag her into the water.

"What's wrong? Are you afraid? Where did your pride go? Come on, come on." Looking at the fear in Xia Lixue's eyes, Han Qingge felt a little happy. "This woman who bullies the weak and fears the strong. Will there be a day when she is afraid now?"

Did she really think that she was still the weak and easily bullied Han Qingge?

"You..."

Looking at Han Qingge's arrogance, Xia Lixue gnashed her teeth in anger, but she didn't dare to take a step forward. She could only say fiercely, "Han Qingge, don't be proud. You are just an abandoned concubine. Your father was also found to sell private salt today. He has been escorted to the capital. No one can save you today."

Han Dongliang was in prison?

Han Qingge was shocked, and an unspeakable taste spread in her heart. It was sadness, regret, and tears from the soul.

Is that you? Han Qingge?

Han Qingge knew that this was caused by the memory of her previous self. Although her previous self was dead, the fragmented memory still affected her.

She had always thought that Han Qingge was dead. Even if she was Han Qingge, she did not expect that the obsession of her previous self would affect her at a critical moment.

Taking a deep breath, Han Qingge said in her mind, "Han Qingge, rest in peace. I will inherit everything from you and take revenge."

As soon as Han Qingge finished speaking in her mind, there was a buzz in her mind, as if something had broken. She suddenly felt clear and bright.

She knew that from this moment on, she was Han Qingge.

All that had happened in their previous lives was like a mirror flower or a water moon. The memories of their lives had completely fused in their minds.

With a ding sound, Han Qingge seemed to feel that something was forming between her fingers. She looked down and saw an antique ring on her little finger.

Seeing this ring, a voice suddenly appeared in Han Qingge's mind.

"Qing Ge, this is the inheritance left behind by the ancestors of our Han clan. I will hand it over to you today. I hope that you can carry it forward."

Wasn't this the Inherited Ring that her grandfather had given her? Why was it here?

Han Qingge was stunned.

With the formation of the ring, Han Qingge felt a strange energy pouring into her body, making her feel warm and her physical strength recover a lot.

"Tsk, tsk. Why should I tell you this? You're going to die anyway."

"In the underground mansion, don't forget who killed you."

Xia Lixue acted as if she didn't see the ring. Looking at the dull Han Qingge, she became more and more proud of herself. With these words, she turned and left.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

Xia Lixue's expression changed when she saw the figure.

"Why is he here?"

"Your Highness!" Xia Lixue hurriedly saluted with a flustered look on her face.

"Your Highness?"

Han Qingge came to her senses and looked at the figure standing outside the cell.

He had a resolute face, and his carved facial features had edges and corners, which made him look extraordinarily handsome. He wore a purple straight court dress, with the same gold silk spider band tied around his waist. His black hair was tied with a jade gold crown, and his slender body was straight. He was full of handsome spirit and innate nobility.

"Your Highness, why are you here?"

Looking at the cold-faced man in front of her, Xia Lixue felt a little guilty. Even the smile on her face seemed a little stiff.

"Do I need to report to you that I'm here?"

Nangong Chen glanced at Han Qingge coldly, then frowned and said, "What are you doing here?"