Though there was an impression from the original story, after listening to her uncle’s words, Jiang Xue’s tears unknowingly wet her cheeks, her eyes aching from the soreness.

Seventeen swords deeply embedded? Unknown poison? Won’t last much longer?

When these keywords echoed again and again in her mind, she felt she couldn’t just stand by idly.

In the portrait on the wall, a woman was dancing in a sea of flowers, her smile as beautiful as a flower, like the Flowers Fairy, effortlessly beautiful and ethereal.

How could such a kind person just die like that? Even if she is willing, the heroine of the original story wouldn’t be, after all, the original heroine cured her own mother.

So she calmly turned and spoke to Xi Yang.

"Uncle, take me to see my mother, she won’t die, I will risk my life to cure her. After all, this feud needs her to avenge herself!"

What’s involved is the resentment of the previous generation. It’s not right for us juniors to interfere, the loss mothers suffered this time was all because of her excessive kindness. If it weren’t for this, how could they be separated for such a long time, so if she can survive, only she can personally avenge the feud and resolve the heart knot.

Though Murong Han wasn’t knowledgeable about Jiang Xue’s capabilities, he had at least grown to a certain level over the years and naturally said,

"Uncle, we have reason to believe that if there’s poison, there must be an antidote. If not, we will find a way to unearth the mastermind behind the Bai Family."

Xi Yang looked deeply at him: "You think we haven’t tried over the years? Yet we still gain nothing. Your grandparents are exceptionally wise, yet still helpless. Perhaps we shouldn’t compromise just like this; perhaps hope lies with your generation. The only thing we can do is prolong your mother’s life until now,"

After a moment of silence, he sighed: "They say talents emerge in each era, uncle believes you can surely cure your mother. She is in the ice room ahead, come with me!"

"Ice room?" Murong Han looked over incredulously.

"Yes, only the coldness can suppress the resurgence of the toxins within her. Days ago, she had another episode, surely Xiao Xue knows it best?"

Jiang Xue nodded heavily, following Xi Yang with a repressed mood, bypassing one stone door after another, finally reaching where the ice room was.

Xi Yang took a snow-white soft fur cloak from the wardrobe for Jiang Xue and handed it to her.

"Put it on, it’s extremely cold inside, without inner strength for protection, you won’t bear it. This garment is your mother’s!"

Jiang Xue carefully accepted it, the elusive scent of orchids caused her nose to twinge a bit, then as she looked at the cloak, she couldn’t help but imagine how her mother would look wearing it.

She gently donned the cloak, and Xi Yang pushed open the heavy stone door, instantly a gust of cold air surged, prepared as they were, Jiang Xue and Murong Han still shivered.

As the three entered the stone door, it closed soundly, inside, a thick frost had already formed.

Looking at the petite figure lying on the ice bed, the siblings’ expressions were complex yet carried a tinge of discomfort.

The two siblings cautiously stepped to the bedside, looking at the young woman lying silently on the ice bed, surrounded by white smoke-like cold air, yet it couldn’t hide the breathtakingly beautiful young woman’s figure, their hearts stirred with a mix of excitement and restraint.

Xi Yue — Princess of Xiran Island, though by birth date she has now entered middle age, time seemed not to have imprinted any marks on her face, as if the years of slumber made her even more transcendent.

On the ice bed, Xi Yue, donned in a blue Cuiyan Robe, a skirt flowing with mist and green pleats, shoulders slender, waist girt tightly, skin like congealed fat, no atrophy of muscle tissue despite years of slumber.

"We come every day to give her massage, it’s just her body cannot be exposed to sunlight, otherwise perhaps she could be pushed around like a normal person in a wheelchair."

A head of silk-like dark hair scattered loosely on the ice bed, an elegant jade face adorned with light plum blossom makeup, the formerly slightly sickly face radiated a tinge of glamour and allure.

If originally she was like an Immortal of sublime elegance capable of overthrowing a country, then now Xi Yue looked like a fairy accidentally fallen into the mortal world with fleeting threads of earthly ties, mesmerizing men and stealing their souls. If those eyes opened, oh how heavenly beautiful she would be!