The next morning.

When Freya woke up, it was already bright, and there was no sign of Bradley by her side.

She reached out and gently stroked the pillow. The cold temperature told her that the man must have woken up very early.

Bradley had always had a regular schedule. No matter how late he went to bed, he could wake up at the same time every day.

Freya stretched, got out of bed, put on her shoes, and was about to go outside for some fresh air.

However, before she reached the door, there was a knock on the door.

She blinked in confusion and reached out to open the door.

There stood a delicate and lovely little girl at the door. Judging from her clothes and appearance, she was a maid in the palace.

The girl first politely curtsied to Freya and then stated her purpose. "Queen Solterra, King Solterra has instructed me to come and tell you that he is waiting for you in Xiangyuan in the north to have breakfast together."

Breakfast in Xiangyuan in the north?

What was Bradley up to this time?

Freya narrowed her eyes and asked, "Why didn't he come to find me in person? Instead, he sent you here?"

The maid replied, "King Solterra is discussing matters with Mr. Yelü and can't get away."

Upon hearing this, Freya felt a strange sense of unease.

Even if Bradley couldn't get away, he should have sent Blue Book to find her. But sending an unknown maid was rather puzzling.

She should have asked for clarification, but Freya suddenly wanted to see who had sent this maid and what they wanted her to do in Xiangyuan in the north.

She pursed her lips and smiled at the maid. "All right. I'll go back to my room and change my clothes first."

The maid nodded and waited by the side.

Freya quickly closed the door and went back to her room to wash up briefly.

Looking at herself in the mirror with a toothbrush in her mouth, her mind was spinning rapidly.

Let her think carefully. Who on earth wanted to lead her there?

Yelü Mingshuo?

Xingyue?

Or... Yelü An?

But no matter who it was, it couldn't be a good thing.

Ten minutes later, Freya was ready and came out. She said to the maid, "Lead the way, please."

"Yes, Queen Solterra."

After saying that, the maid turned around and walked in front, leading Freya towards Xiangyuan in the north.

The Yelü Palace covered a large area. Although Freya had lived here for a few days, she still hadn't fully understood the layout of the entire palace. Following the maid, she passed through a long corridor, bypassed the back garden, and then went up to the Lotus Pond. Finally, they arrived in front of a unique small courtyard.

"Queen Solterra, King Solterra is waiting for you inside."

After saying that, the maid made a gesture of invitation.

Freya hummed in response and stepped into the courtyard.

Strangely enough, as soon as she entered, Freya sensed a strange atmosphere. That feeling was somewhat oppressive, but she couldn't tell exactly what was wrong.

There came the clear sound of wind chimes from inside, ringing one after another, as if they had some kind of magic, urging Freya to walk further inside step by step.

The courtyard was very clean. Freya walked forward along the cobblestone path and found that there were pear trees planted on both sides. At this time, the pear trees were in bloom, with clusters of flowers hanging on the branches, which were really beautiful.

The environment was beautiful, and the air was fresh. This was indeed a rare good place in the Yelü Palace.

It would be a pleasant thing to enjoy the flowers, drink tea, and chat here.

Freya followed the sign towards the hall. The sound of the wind chimes became clearer and clearer, as if it were ringing right in her ear.

Suddenly, she felt a little dizzy.

The scenery in front of her gradually blurred. With a gust of cool wind blowing, the environment she was in changed into an abandoned old house.

The wind was cold and gloomy. There were strips of white cloth hanging from the wooden beams in the house, fluttering in the wind.

What was going on?

Where was she now?

Freya just felt a little cold and subconsciously hugged her arms.

In her ears, there were cries and wails one after another, as if someone was mourning.

Freya frowned deeply and looked forward along the sound. As the cool wind blew, she clearly saw people kneeling in front of her wearing white mourning clothes.

And above the heads of those people, there was a large character written "mourning".

As Freya got closer and closer, the wailing sounds became more and more shrill, as if they were locked in her ears.

She wanted to stop, but her actions couldn't be controlled by her conscious thoughts, and she still continued to walk forward.

Just like that, she knelt down on the ground like the others and listened to their hysterical cries.

Freya didn't know what was wrong with her. Why was she kneeling here?

Also, who was the person who had died? And who were these people?

Soon, someone gave her the answer.

Someone cried out, "Dad, you died so miserably. Who on earth was the one who killed you?"

Why did this voice sound so familiar?

Freya looked in the direction of the voice and saw a familiar face.

Xia Yanxi?

Why was she here?

And the father she mentioned, could it be Bruce?

Freya shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel the illusion. Someone was trying to break into her mind and steal her memories.

What she saw in front of her was clearly an illusion!

But no matter how much she told herself not to believe what she saw, when she closed her eyes and opened them again, she was still in this confused situation.

And the crying sounds became louder and more eerie.

Suddenly, all the people wearing mourning clothes turned their heads. Freya not only saw Xia Yanxi but also Xia Anrou, Jiang Xiuzhen, and even some other familiar faces.

The scene was so clear, as if it was happening in reality.

But only Freya knew that all of this was fake.

Bruce had been dead for a long time. How could there be a funeral for him?

"No matter who you are, don't think you can confuse me!"

Freya said this coldly, got up from the ground directly, and quickly rushed towards the mourning tablet. She took out the silver needles from her waist and stabbed them into the mourning tablet.

Suddenly, the scene shattered.

Just as Freya was delighted to have escaped the illusion, the sound of the wind chimes rang in her ears again, one after another, pleasant and melodious.

Freya shook her head, and then she felt a chill piercing her bones.

When she came to her senses, she found that she was trapped in an ice and snow world.

The white snow covered the entire ground. There was no one around, just a vast expanse of white.

Where was this place?

Freya just felt extremely cold, and her body couldn't help shivering.

She tried to walk out of there, leaving footprints one by one, but they were soon covered by the snow.

The whole world was silent, as if she were the only one there.

"Bradley, where are you?"

Freya walked for a long time but couldn't see the end. Her body was frozen stiff, so she sat down on the spot and buried her head deeply in her arms.

Snowflakes fell on her one by one, as if they were piercing into her bones, making her feel like she was going to die.

Just like that, her hair was covered by the snow, and gradually, a layer of frost formed on her face. She was extremely tired and slowly closed her eyes.