Time has passed, and several days have gone by.
Finally, the day of Dongfang Ziyue's premature death is drawing near. Lin Zifeng promised to help Dongfang Ziyue with the matter of her premature death, but his condition was that she must first successfully lead him into the Beiyao Ancient Clan.
If he can't even enter the Beiyao Ancient Clan, how can he help?
On the Dao ten miles behind the rear gate of the Marquis Mansion, the two rode on white horses, appearing like a pair of close lovers.
However, Dongfang Ziyue had a lot on her mind. On this journey to the Beiyao Ancient Clan, she was somewhat uneasy, with less than twenty days until the date of her premature death!
Perhaps after returning to the Ancient Clan this time, she might not be able to come out again.
"Hey, Miss Dongfang." Lin Zifeng called out.
"Do you need something?" Dongfang Ziyue's expression remained unchanged, still looking as if everyone owed her millions.
