Wait a minute, where is this? Why didn't she die? It was clear that the shot hit her heart, and even the king of hell couldn't save her.

Opening her eyes, a cold light shone across her face. She lay there and looked around.

A simple house with lifted tiles on the roof, gray tables, dim light, and a bumpy ground with no flat surface.

The maid in front of her was pretty, but she was dressed in ancient clothes, with tears in her eyes. She looked at her in surprise, as if she had seen a ghost.

Realizing that her body could move, she sat up, and her pale but beautiful face was reflected in the bronze mirror opposite.

Her skin is as fair as white jade. Her eyebrows are curved and attractive, her nose and lips are beautiful, and her facial features are perfect.

This is a heart-stopping face, but it is not me at all. What is going on?

Liu Zhili sat there, frozen for a moment.

"Miss, are you really awake?" Xiaoya stepped forward and asked as if she didn't believe it.

Liu Zhili looked at the little girl in front of him, and the memories of this body began to surge up. One by one, the fragments formed a complete life.

The life of the deceased Liu Zhili.

She sat there with her soft lips pursed tightly, poor Liu Zhili, whether it was this ancient body or the modern one, she died for a man.

But now that she has come back to life, she will live a brilliant life from now on.

"Xiaoya, help me find some clothes!" Liu Zhili stood up, glanced at his wet clothes, and said indifferently.

"Yes, miss!" Xiaoya looked at her miss in surprise, her eyes still on Liu Zhili. She had already walked to the closet, opened it, and took out the clothes, but never took her eyes away from Liu Zhili.

"Has that man come to see me?" Liu Zhili took the clothes from Xiaoya's hands and put them on neatly. The expression on his face was always as cold as iceberg and as cold as frost.

"Ah?" Xiaoya didn't understand and looked at Liu Zhili blankly.

"Long Yuhan!" Liu Zhili spat out the man's name as if gritting his teeth.

"Oh, the prince has been here..." Xiaoya's eyes dimmed when she mentioned Long Yuhan, and she pointed at her fingers, "Miss, in fact, what you have done for the prince over the years is enough. From now on..."

"I will repay him in the future!" Liu Zhili smiled coldly, with the coldness in his eyes, without any concealment, repaying him like a daughter repaying her father.

"Ah?" Xiaoya didn't understand and opened her eyes wide.

"I don't like to say what I said a second time!" Liu Zhili coldly threw the wet clothes he had changed into Xiaoya's arms, "Go and find someone to bully the concubine in Prince Han's palace. Prince Han's adopted daughter is unbearable.

Tell me about the torture you endured from your stepmother—"

"Ah?" Xiaoya still didn't understand.

Liu Zhili's cold eyes swept across, "Do you need me to say it a second time?"

"No need, no need!" Xiaoya shook her head. She was the best at spreading this kind of gossip. She only needed to go shopping in the streets and say a few words, and the city would be full of trouble the next day.

Xiaoya lowered her head in surprise, as if she couldn't bear the blow. She looked at the uneven ground and said to herself, is this really a young lady?

There was a sound of women talking and laughing outside, and then footsteps gradually approaching. Xiaoya's face turned pale instantly. She turned around hurriedly and pulled Liu Zhili up who was sitting there.

"What's wrong, Miss, they are here. If they know you are not dead yet, they may torture you. Hurry, lie down!" Xiaoya ignored it and stepped forward, grabbed Liu Zhili and pressed her down on the bed.
Chapter completed!