Time ticked by second by second, and the battle at the scene was exceptionally fierce.
A trace of impatience appeared on the woman's beautiful face.
She truly hated these intruders. Yet there was nothing she could do, nor had she expected them to break in here. Of course, if these people had reached this place, it meant her younger sister was already dead.
Alas!
The battle continued. Lightning kept flashing and exploding before her eyes, but none of it could stop her memories.
In an instant, time seemed to return to those carefree days of youth. Her sister and she had both been very young then, while the old man before her had also been a rare handsome young man, the heir to a small kingdom.
Perhaps fate had already arranged the three of them back then. They had merely met according to its design.
What had she been called back then?
Right, her name seemed to have been Lan Caijie, while her younger sister was called Lan Caiyue. And that man—what was his name again? It was so long that she could not seem to remember it, so she had simply always called him Amuka. Actually, he should have been called Che He.
Lan Caijie's eyes gradually lost focus as her thoughts returned to a thousand years ago.
Back then, her sister and she had been Han Chinese, living in Chang'an. Their father and mother had treated the sisters well, and they had lived happily.
But an accident brought their family to ruin, and their father and mother passed away one after another. The uncle who later adopted them was not well-off either, so he could only sell the two sisters to the Prefectural Governor's household.
She remembered that day vividly because she had just turned twelve, while her