Later, after she went to the northwest, the news of Xie Jingxing's death came. After the initial shock, Shen Miao slowly calmed down. In her previous life, Xie Jingxing did not go to war at this time. However, in her previous life and this life, Xie Jingxing had the same ending. Shen Miao did not believe in fate. Moreover, with her understanding of Xie Jingxing, she did not believe that such a powerful person like him would die so miserably.
Instead, she would prefer to believe that Xie Jingxing was using this opportunity to start over with a new identity and avoid all the possible trouble. One had to know that being merely a young marquis of Lin'an was by no means enough to get him what he wanted.
What was his ambition? Shen Miao's gaze landed on the black and white chessboard, and a trace of shock flashed across her eyes.
"You've always been lucky." Xie Jingxing looked at her calmly.
