You don't belong here

  Wen Feng looked at the ground with a surprised look in his eyes. Their young master didn't like to interfere with other people's business, but now he actually called him over to keep an eye on Qian Xiaojie and Zuoyue Gate because of Qian Xiaojie. It wasn't hard to see that the young master treated Qian Xiaojie differently from others.

  "Yes." Wen Feng responded and immediately turned around and left.

  Yan Yimo's eyes were fixed on the stage, where Qian Yu Xian in a white short dress stood out exceptionally. His thin lips curled up slightly as he nodded in approval of her good looks, an unparalleled beauty.

  Qianyu Xian's excited Snow Dance Princess hugged together, looking at the stunned citizens below and Nan Gongyao's delighted face, suddenly remembered someone, and immediately glanced at Yan Yi, who was also watching herself from the stage, her sparkling eyes unconsciously avoiding his gaze.

  Nangong Ou looked at Qianyu Xian, who was hugging his most beloved daughter, and said with a smile, "Tomorrow's last match at the fourth watch, you decide what to compete in."

  Qianyu Xian let go of Xuefen Gongzhu's rose-like red lips, and slightly nodded towards Nan Gongyao.

  Zuo Mingyue clenched her fists and looked at Qian Yuxian, who was standing in the center of the stage, with a difficult expression. She felt unhappy and unwilling to accept this treatment, which she used to be the only one to receive. Why did Qian Yuxian steal all the attention? Qian Yuxian! You wait! I'll win back in the next round after losing this one!

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  At night, Qianyu Xian slept alone in the room arranged by Gong Zhonghui in the south palace of the imperial palace. Her big eyes were wide open, without any sleepiness, and she kept calling out to her soul:

  "Soul? Can you hear me speaking? Answer me! Soul..."

  But no matter how much Senya shouted, the response was only a silence, and it wasn't that familiar feeling or voice...

  Suddenly, a room with dimly lit lamps appeared in a puff of black fog. Qianyu Xian sat up vigilantly, holding the Jade Feather Flute in her left hand. A middle-aged man wearing ancient black clothes walked out of the fog, his face expressionless, his eyes fixed on Qianyu Xian's white dress.

  Qian Yu Xian stared at the middle-aged man with wide eyes, this was the same man who appeared in her dream last time, repeating the sentence "You don't belong to this world, go back to your own world..." Although he had changed into ancient clothes, Qian Yu Xian remembered him clearly. She stood up unsteadily, her left hand tightly grasping the Jade Feather Flute:

  "Who are you?"

  The middle-aged man stared motionlessly at the white-robed Qianyu Xian, who had stood up. His face with distinct features did not have a single expression, and his low voice seemed to come from hell:

  "Wearing a body that doesn't belong to you and living in a world that isn't yours, don't you want to return to the world that belongs to you?"

  Qian Yu Xian furrowed her brows, and her bright, watery eyes met the middle-aged man's dark gaze. She felt a chill run down her spine as she listened to his low, ominous voice that seemed to come from the depths of hell itself. Her body felt like it had fallen into the eighteenth level of hell.

  The middle-aged man stared at Qianyu Xian without blinking, his face still expressionless as he continued to speak:

  "Go back to your own world..."

  Here is the translation:

  "Again with this phrase! Qian Yu Xian's eyebrows furrowed even tighter, her hands clenched into fists. She was fed up with hearing this phrase from the middle-aged man. "Aren't you tired of repeating this phrase? I have no idea what you're talking about! What world of mine? This is my world!"

  Qian Yu Xian picked up the jade flute and placed it on her rose-like red lips, her fingers sliding over the beautiful frets, blowing out pleasant notes. She didn't think about whether she would disturb anyone's rest, only knowing that now she had to focus on dealing with this middle-aged man in front of her.

  As the Jade Feather Melody of Qian Yu Xian sounded, beautiful lily petals and white gas began to appear around his body, shining brightly in the dark night. The lily petals and white gas rushed towards the middle-aged man.

  The middle-aged man's face with distinct features still had no expression, his eyes staring motionlessly at Qian Yu Xian.