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After enduring three days, Wushuang's fever finally subsided, but she was still sleeping soundly and could not be woken up. She mumbled to herself, but it was impossible to understand what she was saying.

Chu Yao was worried and refused to listen to advice to rest, remaining by the bedside.

When Wushuang opened her eyes, she saw Chu Yao's face, which looked slightly haggard but was still handsome.

"Chu Yao..." she murmured, a hint of sadness barely perceptible in her voice, "Are you still alive?"

Chu Yao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her wake up, and his mood improved as well. He pinched Wushuang's little face and teased her: "What happened? You were sick for these past few days, and I took care of you for these past few days. Now that you're better, you don't even say thank you. You even curse me to die. You're such a heartless little thing."

Wushuang was not in the mood to joke with him.

When she was first reborn, Wushuang only wanted to save her parents. In her previous life, she had no parents by her side and was used to finding her own way to solve problems. She never thought of asking anyone for help and had no intention of telling anyone about her rebirth.

After that, my parents' situation was resolved very smoothly, so there was no need to tell anyone.

Besides, being reborn after death is a nice way of putting it; a less flattering term would be possessing another's body, which might even lead to being cast into a pond as a monster. Wushuang isn't stupid; why would she seek her own death?

As for Chu Yao, she initially didn't intend to care too much about him. She only planned to reveal a word or two when she had the chance, to remind him to avoid trouble, as if she were repaying a favor from her previous life.

But later, the two spent more and more time together and grew closer. Wushuang thought that no matter what method she used, whether it was coquetry or tantrums, as long as she prevented him from fighting that battle, nothing would happen later.

Perhaps it was because everything went too smoothly after her rebirth that Wushuang was full of confidence, feeling as if she were some kind of divination fairy who could ward off disasters and bring good fortune.

But why is Chu Ye's guard the one who is connected to her and Chu Yao's deaths?

Since he was Chu Ye's bodyguard, he could not disobey Chu Ye's orders.

In other words, her and Chu Yao's deaths were actually ordered by her brother-in-law...

Wushuang's mind conjured up images of her older sister, Wuxia, and her four adorable nephews and nieces. If it were truly as Wuxia suspected, then saving Chu Yao and herself would mean harming her sister...

How could she hurt her sister...?

Why not save them?

They finally got together and lived such a happy life, so why, knowing that the road ahead was difficult, did they refuse to avoid it and instead sought death?

Wushuang was on the verge of tears; she felt like she had messed everything up.

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Seeing that Wushuang had been staring blankly into space after saying those words, as if possessed, Chu Yao worried that he hadn't recovered from the shock, so he held him in his arms and gently coaxed him, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here for you."

Silent tears fell down her cheeks. Chu Yao had always been so good to her, yet she had neglected what was most important to him.

"Okay, okay, let's have a good cry and everything will be fine."

I still think it's because of that thing at the paddock.

Wushuang suddenly stopped crying, her small hands tightly gripping his clothes, her big eyes still glistening with tears, and said without blinking, "Next year, next autumn, we're going to die. Chu Yao, you have to think of something quickly!"

Chu Yao was taken aback, then heard Wu Shuang continue, "I... what I saw is somewhat different from what you saw. I don't know if you'll believe me, but it concerns life and death, so you must believe me. I lived one more life than most people, and the things that happened to those around me in my previous life were mostly different from this one. For example, my parents, because they didn't discover the conspiracy between the He family and my cousin from the Tang family, my father fell from his horse and was injured, and passed away a few years later, and my mother followed him... leaving my sister and me all alone. My sister didn't marry my current husband, but that annoying Xu Lang. Later, when I grew up, His Majesty arranged a marriage between you and me, but we were very distant and didn't think we were this close." We haven't even seen each other much lately. You led troops to fight in the Western Rong, while I was framed. Do you remember Li Qing? You mean, the scholar we met in Hangzhou, the one from a poor family who made a living selling calligraphy and paintings, but who was later stripped of his academic honors for cheating on the exam? In his past life, somehow he heard about studying at the academies in the capital, and, under someone's orders, took my personal belongings, just like He Yao ordered Qi Zhu to do in this life, spreading rumors that I had an affair with him and ruining my reputation. Back then, you hadn't returned to the capital yet, and Father was no longer alive, so naturally no one planned and prepared for me as early as they have in this life…”

She paused abruptly, "I don't know him at all. I've never even seen him before. I don't even know where he came from. Of course, there's no way we could have any romantic relationship. Chu Yao, you believe me, right? You said in your past life that you still believed what I said, and that can't change in this life."

Her tone changed from trembling to rapid, showing that she was very worried about Chu Yao's opinion of her.

Chu Yao reassured her, "Of course, no one trusts Shuangshuang more than I do."

Wu Shuang was too nervous to notice anything unusual about Chu Yao's reaction.

"However, fortunately, my second uncle and eldest brother loved me. They arrested him, locked him up at home, and interrogated him, trying to clear my name. My second aunt—oh, not the current Aunt Caiqiong, but the original one—had a different idea from them. At that time, Wu Hui was not yet engaged. He was probably afraid that my matter would affect Wu Hui's marriage, so he planned to end it all and sent me to my death with a bowl of medicine. Fortunately, my second sister heard the news and informed me in time, helping me escape from home."

Later, I met you in the western suburbs.

When you returned victorious, you camped in the western suburbs, waiting for the emperor to personally escort you back to the city.

You promised to find out the truth and clear my name.

But before we could act, we were all dead.

I don't know how you died. You were perfectly fine the night before, and when I woke up the next day, I heard the news of your death.

The military camp was taken over, and they...they executed me as well.

The person who gave the order was the guard who was always with my brother-in-law…

Wushuang grew increasingly frightened as she spoke, her teeth chattering uncontrollably: "It's all my fault. You opposed my sister and brother-in-law's marriage, and I didn't listen to you... I didn't think to tell you sooner... But I've never met him before, I didn't know..."

What should we do now?

Chu Yao was incredibly soft-hearted and couldn't bear to blame her.

He, too, was reborn and never intended to tell anyone about it. He knew it would be too difficult for people who hadn't experienced it firsthand to accept.

Wushuang didn't know that he was also reborn, so it wasn't wrong for him not to say.

When she left the capital for Fujian with the Marquis of Runan, she reminded him not to go to war.

For Chu Yao, it was enough that he was willing to speak out and warn them.

He's a man, so he should find his own way to avoid trouble. How could he expect a young girl to arrange everything for him? That would be too pathetic.

But they even killed Wushuang?

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