When the immortal went to the ring ,after a few moments xuan chen was still calm.
As for what was going around his eyes was.
Bai Chen lay in bed, weak and pale. His breath was shallow, but steady. Beside him, his son the Xuan Chen sat quietly, holding his father's hand. Neither spoke. The silence between them said enough.
he had no words to talk as he doesn't know what to talk .
After a while, Xuan Chen stood up. Though young, his face was serious, his shoulders straight. At the door, a maid waited nervously.
Xuan Chen looked back at the small girl sitting by his father's arm. She had not said a single word.
Her eyes were red from crying, her body tense as if afraid of being abandoned again.
"Take care of her," Xuan Chen told the maid. His voice was calm, but carried authority. "Give her the room my cousin once used. Make sure she is treated properly."
The maid bowed. "Yes, young master."
The girl froze when the maid approached. For a moment, she clutched Bai Chen's blanket tightly, unwilling to let go. Her lips parted, but no words came. Finally, with trembling steps, she followed..
The servants cleaned her up. They dressed her in fresh robes, combed her long white hair until it shone like silk, and tied it neatly. She hardly recognized the girl in the mirror. She looked fragile, almost delicate, but her eyes were empty.
They led her to a small chamber. A warm meal waited on the table. The smell of food made her stomach ache. She had been hungry for too long. She sat down and ate quickly, filling her belly until she could eat no more.
When the maids left, the room became silent. She wandered to the window and sat down.
The storm had ended. The clouds were still heavy, but the rain had stopped. The night wind was cool, carrying the fresh scent of wet earth. Through the clouds, a faint silver moon peeked out.
"So beautiful…" she whispered, staring at the light.
But beauty brought memories.
She remembered a young man's smile, the warmth she once trusted. Then the memory twisted into pain — betrayal, chains, and the moment her soul was shattered.
Her chest tightened. Her fingers curled into fists.
"No. I won't let emotions destroy me again," she said under her breath.
Her reflection in the glass showed a sixteen-year-old girl, short and delicate, only 4.9 in height. But she was not just a girl.
She remembered everything.
On Earth, she had been an ordinary student, always reading romance cultivation novels in the library. One night, she fell asleep at her desk and woke up in another world — inside the very novel she had been reading.
She was reborn as the villainess, the Frost Queen. A powerful master, feared and respected. She had a disciple — the Sword Emperor of the story. She trained him, protected him, and even changed the fate of others so he could have his happy ending.
In truth, she loved him.
He was her crush from Earth, the character she admired most. She thought that if she gave everything, he would treasure her.
But she was wrong.
He married her, yes. But only to bind her. When he could not reach the immortal realm, he turned to cruelty. He betrayed her. He refined her soul, using her as fuel for his own path.
Yet her soul was not like others. It was not born in that world. Because of that, it could not be destroyed.
She survived. Broken, but alive. And when fate turned again, she was reborn.
Now, she was no longer the Frost Queen. No longer an immortal. No longer feared. She was the illegitimate daughter of Bai Chen, born from a fleeting night with a courtesan.
The irony stung, but it also gave her a chance.
"This time," she whispered, her voice trembling but firm, "I won't be blind. I will rise again. I will reach immortality. And when I do…" Her eyes turned cold. "The Sword Emperor will pay."
The clouds shifted, hiding the moon once more. Darkness filled the room.
But inside her heart, a new fire burned.
She was not just a weak girl anymore.
She was the Frost Reborn.