Chapter 1 Heavy Snow
The wind and snow were howling and the dogs were barking.

The vast and disordered memories stirred up his unclear consciousness. Xiao Yan, who had just woken up, tried hard to think, but found that everything was like broken fragments, making the memories have no sense of reality to trace.

In front of his gloomy eyes, a figure was placing him behind a pile of debris. When everything was settled, he looked at him hesitantly with a complicated expression on his face.

"Grandpa will get rid of them and come to pick you up..."

Finally, the figure hurriedly jumped onto the high wall and left, leaving only the sound of wind, snow, and dog barking...

The cold wind wrapped in snow particles blew into the alley, gradually covering up the bloodstains in the snow, and then slowly cut Xiao Yan's face, making his already gloomy vision become blurred and finally turned into dark.

But at this last moment, a slender figure suddenly came into view and walked straight towards him. She moved the debris away, then gently checked his breath, and finally carried him on her back and left the dark alley.

Xiao Yan struggled to open his eyes, and saw a strand of hair blowing in with the wind and snow, blurring his eyes.

……

When I woke up again, the sound of snow had been blocked out the window. There was a stove next to the bed, and a slight crackling sound could be heard.

The warmth that came towards him and the pain in his chest made Xiao Yan realize clearly that he was still alive.

His lips were a little chapped, and he licked them subconsciously. He tilted his head to look at the head of the bed and saw a bowl of ginger soup on the small table, emitting hot steam.

If you turn your eyes again, you can see the surrounding furnishings clearly in the candlelight.

The bed curtains, gauze curtains, screens...all the arrangements are very exquisite and look a bit luxurious, not something that ordinary people can afford.

On the other side of the screen, there were shadows swaying and voices coming over one after another.

"Where did you find the man?"

"In an alley in Zuocheng. During the day, I heard a piece of news that the Prince of Jiyin had caught a cold, and the famous doctor Lin in the city went to the prince's palace to treat the disease. I thought about going to the clinic to check it out at night, but before I reached my destination, I heard about the fire in Zuocheng, and then I saw this man lying in the alley covered in blood, so I brought him back."

"Nonsense! Why didn't you report it to us first?"

"You can't take news you hear from others as true. You have to verify its authenticity first."

"You are too bold! How can we explain to the Empress if something happens to you? If this place is targeted by the Xuanming Sect, have you thought about the consequences for your sisters?"

"I……"

"I know my crime, and I will go to the Empress to ask for punishment later."

"..."

Combining the memories of his original youth, Xiao Yan was able to clearly discern the information they were saying, while also understanding his current situation.

It is now the end of November in the fourth year of Tianyou, but in April of the first half of the year, Zhu Wen in Bianzhou named the country "Daliang" and established the reign title "Kaiping", becoming emperor. Therefore, in Liang territory, this year is the first year of Kaiping.

However, unlike Xiao Yan's impression of the late Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties, this world can be said to be a world where the rivers and lakes and the court coexist.

Take the "Xuanming Sect" mentioned by the outsider woman as an example. It was founded by Emperor Zhu Wen of Liang in his early years. Most of the followers were death row prisoners, fugitives, and all kinds of jianghu people who had died in the outside world. They were dedicated to spying on Zhu Wen and killing dissidents. Until Zhu Wen became emperor, the sect has officially changed from a jianghu organization to a court organization that supervises the Central Plains. In a sense, it is far more powerful than ordinary government offices and has become the world's veritable "No. 1 assassination organization."

Coincidentally, the "Huanyinfang" of Qi State in the west, the "Tongwenguan" of Jin State in the north, and the various vassal states and princes also have subordinate martial arts forces, but they are all weaker than the Xuanming Sect in strength.

In this chaotic world, everything is doomed to be caught up in the struggle among various warlords.

"..."

During the time when Xiao Yan was searching for his memory, the voice outside had died down, and a figure came around from behind the screen. It was the slender girl at the end of the memory.

The girl had a cold expression, and there was still a trace of inexplicable grievance on her face, but most of it was covered up by stubbornness and did not show easily. There were some snow particles on her forehead, and two strands of hair were hanging down at this time, but under the candlelight, her fair face was very three-dimensional and heroic. What was even more noticeable was that there were some bloodstains on the shoulders of her blue quilted clothes.

However, after seeing Xiao Yan opening his eyes and looking at him, the grievance on his face disappeared instantly, and he turned his face to the side.

"When the person wakes up, you can come and ask him."

She picked up the sword beside the bed and was about to leave.

Outside the screen, two figures immediately came in, and one of them stopped the girl and said, "Wait a minute, ask before you leave."

As the two people came in, two candles were lit in the room, and the light was reflected on Xiao Yan's face, making him squint slightly.

At the same time, it also enabled him to see the faces of the three women more clearly.

Except for the young girl, the other two were all of mature age judging from their appearance, and they both had graceful figures with curves in all the right places. Apart from their clothes being more noble than the young girl, their temperaments were also much more elegant.

The girl stood aside with her head tilted, silent.

According to Xiao Yan's guess, the one who just scolded her should be the dignified and plump-looking woman in the middle.

Sure enough, after taking a good look at his face, the plump woman asked, "Now that you are awake, young master, may I ask you a few questions?"

Xiao Yan did not refuse, but asked first: "Can you give me this bowl of ginger soup?"

"Of course you can."

The woman chuckled, then personally helped Xiao Yan up so that he could lean against the head of the bed. Then, she sat beside the couch and fed him with a spoon.

"Thank you, I can do it myself." The latter politely declined and took the porcelain bowl with his hand.

The plump woman didn't take it seriously. She stood by the couch and watched Xiao Yan moisten his lips with ginger soup. Then she asked, "On such a snowy night, why did you fall down in the alley covered in blood?"

"He was being hunted down." "Who was it? Why were they hunting down the young master?"

The woman asked while carefully observing Xiao Yan's expression.

But after thinking for a long time, he looked embarrassed.

"My dear, do you have any unspeakable secrets?" The woman lowered her body, revealing the smooth white skin at the base of her neck, and said softly, "It is very safe here, you can rest assured."

"I, I don't remember..."

Xiao Yan paused, shook his head and said, "I only remember being chased by someone and suffering heavy injuries. I can't remember the rest for now."

The woman was stunned when she heard this and looked a little surprised.

She hesitated for a moment and asked again, "Does the young man still remember his name?"

"Xiao Yan."

The woman was indeed surprised, but then she immediately understood. She straightened up and thought for a moment, wanting to say something, but seemed to have reservations, making her hesitate. After a long time, she said to Xiao Yan, "In that case, young master, just rest and recuperate here. It's very safe here, and you don't have to worry about your enemies coming to find you."

"Thank you very much, madam." Xiao Yan hesitated and said, "But I don't understand why you took in such a troublesome person like me. Wouldn't it bring trouble to you all?"

At this time, the young woman who had been accompanying him without saying a word said, "Young Master, don't worry too much. In this chaotic world, there are people suffering everywhere. Since I have encountered you, I will not stand by and watch you die. You just need to take good care of yourself here. When you feel better, we can talk about other things."

Xiao Yan secretly noted the three words "Zuiyinlou" she said and thanked her, "Since I have been taken in by the two ladies, I am very grateful. However, I don't know what your names are for now. If I have the ability to repay you in the future, I will definitely let you know your names."

"My name and mine are not worth mentioning, so you don't need to remember me. But if it weren't for that little girl who carried me back all the way, I'm afraid it would be troublesome."

Hearing the topic suddenly turn to herself, the girl turned around abruptly with a look of surprise on her face.

Xiao Yan did not force the two girls to tell his name. He put the porcelain bowl aside and bowed to the girl reluctantly, "I wonder who you are..."

The girl was a little unnatural, but her face was still cold. She turned her head unconsciously and replied, "Just call me Ji Ruxue."

Then the dignified woman smiled softly.

"The affairs in the building are complicated, and the two of us may not be able to take good care of you. If you have anything, you can just call Miss Xue'er."

"I dare not bother you two ladies."

All matters had been arranged, so the two women did not stay any longer and left in a hurry.

Ji Ruxue was walking at the end, and when she turned around the screen, she glanced at him coldly.

Xiao Yan smiled at her gently to show his gratitude.

The girl must have seen it, frowned, and hurriedly followed him away.

When the door was closed again, Xiao Yan's smile faded slightly.

"Zuiyinlou..."

He looked down at his reflection in the ginger soup.

Xiao Yan could understand why the plump woman he met for the first time was so particularly close to him.

Because he had a face, a face that they could not ignore.

He didn't know when the wound on his body would heal, so Xiao Yan sorted out the memories in his mind and simply went to bed early. He knew that he still had a lot of troubles to deal with, so he had to recover his strength as soon as possible.

At the same time, in the middle of the night, he was finally awakened by a mechanical voice.

"'Sword Intent' begins to reload and activate..."

"Because the host changed its body, the reload failed... failed to activate..."

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Outside the wing room, a plump woman was walking hurriedly.

A slightly younger woman behind her called out, "Sister, isn't this a bit too strange? Many sisters have been in Caozhou for more than half a month and have no idea how to rescue the King of Jiyin, but they just found someone everywhere, and it's the King of Jiyin?"

The dignified woman did not stop walking. She took out a portrait from her bosom and handed it to her, saying, "This is a serious matter. Regardless of whether he is the real person or not, we must report it to the Empress first."

Ji Ruxue, who was standing behind, raised her eyebrows and looked, and saw that the person in the painting was exactly the same as Xiao Yan, almost indistinguishable.

She frowned and thought about it. She really didn't expect that the young man was the Prince of Jiyin, the deposed emperor of the former Tang Dynasty. She only thought that this person might be related to the fire in Zuocheng, so she rescued him.

Before the younger woman holding the portrait could speak, a maid came hurriedly from outside the corridor, bowed to the plump woman, and said:
"Reporting to Princess Miaocheng Tiansheng, the spies just reported that there was indeed a fire in the Jiyin Palace. An hour ago, there were many sounds of fighting. And according to the insider, the Xuanming Sect lost two Tianwei masters in the fire. We don't know yet whether it was caused by Tongwenguan..."

Miao Chengtian's eyes flickered as she asked the slightly younger woman behind her, "Xuan Jingtian, have you fed the pigeons?"

"As my sister ordered, it is always ready."

"I will write a letter later and send it to Fengxiang when the snow stops."

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