At the same time, Bradley had just returned from outside but didn't see Freya in the room. He took out his phone and called her, but the ringtone of the phone rang in the room.

Bradley followed the sound and found that Freya had forgotten to take her phone.

She had been in an emotionally unstable state last night. Worrying that she might run into certain people in the palace and spoil her mood, Bradley went out to look for her.

However, he didn't see her at any of the places where Freya might appear.

Bradley asked the maids and guards in the palace, and they all said they hadn't seen Freya.

But something was wrong. The entire palace was heavily guarded. If Freya had been active, it was impossible that no one had seen her.

Just as he was thinking, a piercing pain suddenly swept through his bones, coming on fiercely. Bradley instinctively pressed his hand against his chest, gasping in pain.

What was going on? Why was his heart hurting so much?

Bradley remembered that the last time his heart ached was in the underground maze. Freya had turned off his hearing to protect him, while she herself endured the erosion of that strange sound and suffered terribly.

Since then, he had never felt such heartache again.

But this time, the pain came so quickly that sweat broke out on his handsome face, and he felt weak and dizzy. His knees buckled, and he knelt down on the ground.

The feeling of being connected heart to heart gave Bradley a premonition that something might have happened to Freya.

"Blue Book!" he called out hoarsely.

Blue Book appeared in front of him quickly. Seeing his pale face, he rushed forward to support him.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

Bradley waved his hand and said, "Something might have happened to Freya. Immediately lead people to find her."

"Yes."

Blue Book didn't dare to delay and disappeared from Bradley's sight.

It took Bradley a long time to barely regain his strength, but the feeling of being exhausted still didn't improve. He immediately took out his phone and called Yelü An, asking him to send people to help with the search as well.

After hanging up the phone, Bradley walked aimlessly in the direction of the back garden. Along the way, he asked the guards and maids about Freya's situation, and most of them said that Freya hadn't been out.

However, one maid told him that she had seen Freya walking towards Xiangyuan in the north early in the morning.

Bradley asked, "What is Xiangyuan in the north?"

The maid's face showed a look of fear, and she whispered in a trembling voice, "Xiangyuan in the north is a forbidden area of the Yelü royal family. Someone died there once, and the yin qi is very heavy. No one has ever dared to stay there for long."

Upon hearing this, Bradley's face immediately changed.

A forbidden area? What was Freya doing there?

Worried that if he was even a second late, Freya would be in danger, Bradley rushed there at full speed.

...

In the north wing.

Freya was immersed in the illusion and couldn't extricate herself.

Perhaps because she thought she was about to die, memories came flooding back one after another.

Half of Freya's body had been buried in the snow, and her mind was filled with every little bit of what had happened in the past. There were the happy and warm days when her mother was still alive, and the three of them lived a small but happy life.

There were also the scenes of her and her mother suffering from grievances and oppression after Jiang Xiuzhen took over their lives.

And the scene of her mother's car accident.

As well as all the things that had happened between her and Bradley after she met him.

It was like a series of movies, full of joys and sorrows.

But the only thing that Freya couldn't let go of were the memories with Bradley.

"Bradley, I'm sorry. I can't hold on any longer!"

Freya's voice was extremely weak. Her dry lips, swept by the cold wind, had cracked open with streaks of bright red wounds.

Her black hair was covered by the snow, making her look just like an eighty-year-old woman with white hair.

"If there is an afterlife, I still want to be your woman, Bradley. Will you be willing to wait for me?"

There were snowflakes all over Freya's eyebrows and eyelashes. Her voice became weaker and weaker, and it was gradually swallowed up by the wind.

Soon, the thick snow completely buried her. After her voice became weak, there was only silence.

Just as she closed her eyes in despair, she suddenly heard a hasty cry in her ear.

"Freya, Freya, where are you?"

Bradley... It was Bradley...

Freya struggled to open her eyes in despair, wanting to tell him that she was here, but her throat was so tight that she couldn't make any sound.

The man kept calling her name, urgently and with a sob in his voice.

It was obvious that he couldn't find her and was already scared.

"North..." Freya forced herself to speak, but her hoarse throat hurt terribly. As soon as she opened her mouth, there was a tearing pain.

She couldn't even muster the slightest bit of strength and just let the wind and snow completely bury her.

Bradley entered the courtyard and started searching frantically. He desperately called Freya's name, but all that answered him were the howling wind and the clear sound of wind chimes.

Wind chimes? Why were there wind chimes here?

Just as Bradley couldn't figure out where the sound of the wind chimes was coming from, his mind suddenly became a bit blurred. Just as he frowned and tried to get rid of this uncomfortable feeling, Blue Book's voice came from outside, pulling him back to reality.

"Your Majesty, we haven't found Her Majesty's whereabouts."

Bradley pinched his throbbing forehead. That feeling just now was really strange. The fleeting images were extremely eerie. If Blue Book hadn't suddenly appeared, he might have stepped into a dream.

"There's something wrong with this house. Send people in to search!"

Bradley carefully examined the surroundings and found that there were quite a few wind chimes hanging on the pear trees not far ahead.

And the sound just now had come from these wind chimes.

Bradley was always vigilant and quickly realized that these wind chimes were problematic.

He immediately approached, took out a dagger from his body, and cut the wind chimes.

At the same time, Blue Book's voice came from inside, "Your Majesty, Her Majesty is here!"

Bradley didn't dare to delay for a moment and rushed inside.

From a distance, he saw Freya crouching on the ground, hugging her head with both hands, and looking extremely painful.

"Freya, what's wrong with you?"

Bradley approached and hugged Freya tightly in his arms.

Freya was still immersed in the illusion and couldn't extricate herself. She felt extremely cold, as if the cold had penetrated deep into her bones, piercing her heart. It was as if her entire soul had left her body, and she was on the verge of death.

Seeing that she didn't respond and just kept curling up, Bradley's heart ached so much that he could hardly breathe.

What on earth had happened? Why had she come here and ended up like this in just over an hour since he left?

"Freya, wake up. I'm here. I'm always here. Don't be afraid..."

Bradley kept calling her name, but Freya's body became colder and colder, which made him feel a nameless sense of panic.

In his ears, the sound of wind chimes still rang.

Bradley turned to Blue Book and shouted, "Find all the wind chimes and destroy them for me."

During his training in the secret room before, Bradley had experienced the danger of being controlled by wind chimes. This was also a form of hypnosis, but it was more powerful than ordinary hypnosis.