In the first year of Emperor Yong'an's reign, the new emperor ascended the throne and King Huai'an held his wedding.

This should have been a day of joy, but instead it is filled with sadness!

Good news turned into bad news!

The dragon red candle on the table flickered, its flame dancing up and down. The red gauze curtain was blown by the cold wind, swaying back and forth. One could vaguely see a shadow horizontally laid beneath the pillar.

A strong smell of blood hit me in the face!

"Damn it! What bad luck, on such a joyous occasion I have to collect corpses. My good fortune for the year is ruined!"

"Enough is enough, just throw it all into the graveyard! This place feels oppressive, the happy hall looks like a funeral parlor!"

Two small servants stomped over, casually throwing a ragged straw mat onto the corpse. "But you have to say, this princess was beautiful. It's just a pity, she died clean before she could sleep with the disabled king,"

The little servant knelt down, a mischievous grin on his face. "We're going to be eaten by wolves at the burial ground anyway, might as well let us brothers have some fun first!"

Two little servants were feeling a sudden chill, but just then the mat in front of them suddenly shifted!

"What...what's going on!"

The servant girl glanced at each other, a chill running down their spines.

Just as I was about to step forward for a closer look, the bride in red attire suddenly glared with wide-open eyes!

He sat up straight!

"He's... he's faking it!" The servant boy was so frightened that his soul nearly flew out. He tripped over his own feet and stumbled backwards, then turned and scrambled towards the door!

Like a ghost, Ziying lightly floated and stood at the doorway.

The frigid moon cast its light upon the young man's cheek, like a vengeful demon fresh from the eighteenth layer of hell, come to claim souls!

"Who are you?"

The child's voice was crystal clear, getting closer step by step. The beads on his crown jingled like the rattles of a corpse-runner, sending shivers down your spine!

Two little servants trembled, their eyes rolled back, and they fainted on the spot!

Zi let out a soft hiss, the sharp pain on his forehead suddenly intensified and spread. His mind was like a slideshow, memories flashing by frame by frame!

After about a minute, Zi finally figured out the ins and outs of the situation!

I'm a descendant of an ancient medical family from the 21st century. A lab accident caused me to be reborn in this strange place!

This body originally belonged to Tang Nanzhi, the legitimate daughter of the current Grand Tutor. However, because she couldn't cultivate and was deeply unfavored, she was supposed to marry the prince but was replaced by her current owner, Mother Long, who married her off to Mu Beichuan, the half-hearted King of Huainan!

Prince Jie of Huai'an was cruel and a dying cripple. Tang Nanxi resisted to the death, but in the end, she was drugged and tied to the wedding hall. When she woke up, she hit her head against a pillar and died.

Huai'an King was so angry that he became ill and fainted on the spot. The joyous occasion turned into a funeral!

But Tang Nanyixi wasn't in the mood to pay any attention to these things right now. With a surge of heat, she shook her head violently, but her mind grew increasingly hazy!

He has been drugged!

Tang Nanyi stumbled towards the backyard, the bedroom in front of her shrouded in darkness. Tang Nanyi staggered and pushed open the door, her eyes landing on the bed canopy. A handsome figure was faintly visible beneath it.

"Forgive me, Prince Huai'an! Besides, I was going to marry you anyway. Even if I slept with you, I wouldn't be at a loss."

Tang Nanyi muttered, unceremoniously climbed onto the bed, and sat down on the man with a thud.

"Just consider it a good deed for the day. If I don't hear anything from you, I'll take that as agreement!"

Tang Nanyi was about to do something when a sudden, bone-cracking pain shot through her wrist...

Tang Nanyi cried out in pain, and when she reacted, the original sleeping man had already taken control!

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