The Shaking Gravestone

Although Jiang Xi did not have the ambition to meddle in all the injustice in the world and kill all the disloyal people in the world, she was clear-minded and respected life.

"I really don't like the empress." Jiang Xi said with a sullen face as she hugged Zhao Ruifeng's thin waist. In other words, she had never liked the empress since the first time she saw her.

Zhao Ruifeng chuckled. "What a coincidence, me too." 

The heavy rain was still pouring. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and the leaves rustled in the wind.

Fang Yu was still unmarried, so she could not be buried in the ancestral grave. Master Fang loved his daughter and felt that he owed her, so he found a very remote place with good feng shui to bury her. He wanted her to be undisturbed after she died and have a better life in the next life. However, this place increased the difficulty of the rescue.