It was snowing in the middle of winter, and the north wind was piercingly cold.
The back yard of Prince Xian's Mansion in the second state was busy. Prince Xian's wedding and Consort Xian's sudden death had not woken up yet.
"Your Highness, she's dead!" The doctor in the manor confirmed again and again and reported it to Qing Jue of the leisure palace.
At the window frame, Gong Qingjue had a cold expression on his face. He was dressed in a light blood-colored coat and wore a purple-golden crown with nine dragons on it. He had been standing with his hands behind his back for a long time.
Hearing the report, Gong Qingjue said with a hint of coldness in his voice, "Since you have not consummated your marriage, then send it back. It seems that I have no luck to enjoy it!"
An Lingyun was awakened by a man with a pleasant voice. He turned over and groaned.
It wasn't easy to sleep for a while. Why did a man wake her up?
No!
In the shock of everyone around him, An Lingyun suddenly woke up.
"Your Highness!" The doctor in the manor was so frightened that he knelt down.
The man walked up to An Lingyun and pinched her chin. His handsome face suddenly changed. "An Lingyun, you shouldn't have been alive!"
An Lingyun's heart was like a mud horse. He stared at the beautiful man in front of him. Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his body.
She was thrown to the ground by this damned man!
"D*mn it!" An Lingyun got up and was ready to throw the man to death, but he was grabbed by the man's throat and picked up.
"You..." They looked at each other. An Lingyun's heart was burning with anger, but it was difficult for him to say a word.
The man gritted his teeth and said, "An Lingyun, you dared to drug me on the wedding day. Today, I will spare your life, but you can't escape death."
An Lingyun rolled his eyes, and many pictures rushed into his mind.
Peng!
This time, An Lingyun was directly thrown to the ground, and the servants all avoided him. An Lingyun was lying on the ground, and his bones almost cracked.
Looking up at the man's cold eyes, An Lingyun gritted his teeth and cursed the shameless jerk in his heart. He was so shameless that he even beat a woman!
"My Lady, you are immoral. Today, you will be removed from the position of my Lady and become a bed servant!" The man's murderous eyes glanced at An Lingyun, who was twisted into a ball on the ground, and then he turned and left.
The servants ignored An Lingyun, who was lying on the ground. For a moment, she was left alone in the room.
An Lingyun got up from the ground, looked around the room, and walked to the bed. He lay down and closed his eyes, lost in thought.
The original owner was a fangirl and had always been obsessed with the imperial palace's Qing Jue. When she first saw Emperor Qingyu when she was young, she was deeply fascinated. Unfortunately, the Divine Lady had a crush on Wang Wumeng. No matter how much the original owner liked and tried to please her, in the end, it was still Gong Qingyu's dislike.
In order to get Gong Qingjue, the original owner had done everything he could to get him. There were all kinds of things including crying, making a fuss, and hanging up.
Fortunately, the original owner had the father of the Defender-general of the State. This person had contributed greatly to the country's security and held a heavy army. He was highly valued by the current Emperor, Emperor Qingyu.
And he was very obedient to his original owner and loved him very much.
With such a father, it would not be difficult for him to succeed.
The Defender-general of the State, Anzhi Mountain, asked for the girl's life, and the current emperor also loved her very much. He reluctantly cut off his younger brother, Gong Qingjue, who was his wife.
But now the original owner got what he wanted. Because he was too presumptuous, he took too many aphrodisiacs on his wedding night. He would die if he took them!
And she was really unlucky in the ancestral grave. Just because she was injected with a newly developed biological medicine, she came here in the end.
It was a fantasy, an absolute fantasy, even more mysterious than a TV series.
An Lingyun was a little depressed. She was the king of the twenty-first century's special forces and the elite of the special forces, but she was scared out of her wits.
What made her sad was that her soul was wearing a senior fangirl with the same name.
Her good life had no good result, and the original owner was also pitiful. If no one played tricks behind her back, she was afraid that she could not take so many aphrodisiacs to death.
She knew that Gong Qingjue would not touch her and had to take medicine. It was not a simple matter.
An Lingyun closed his eyes and fiddled with the memories of the original owner. From an onlooker's point of view, he quickly locked onto the person who had done the wrong thing.
After sorting out the situation, An Lingyun opened his eyes. Thinking of Emperor Qingyu's words, she felt helpless and bald. "Being the wife of Emperor Qing Yu is already unlucky enough. How could she be sent to bed?"
She had read the Dream of the Red Chamber before, and the bed servant was not as good as the innocent girl.
An Lingyun got up and loosened his bones. He had thought that she would be disabled, but it seemed that something in her body was repairing her wound. It was not so painful anymore.
An Lingyun squinted his beautiful eyes and was overjoyed. "This body should carry the energy of the new drug before its rebirth!"
The worst thing about this thing was to help the human body maintain its function. It had super healing power, and what was even more terrible was that it could open the unprecedented defensive system of human beings.
An Lingyun took a deep breath and tried. He felt that there was still a stream of air in his body that was hindering her. Moreover, this kind of obstruction seemed to affect her behavior.
She was about to explore further when two old women came over and dragged her out without saying a word.
It was not until he threw her into the room that he raised his nose and said with disdain,
"His Highness has ordered that this is your residence. You are not allowed to come and go without His Highness's permission."
An Lingyun looked at the room. It was dark and cold.
There was no cover on the bed board. Obviously, she wanted to freeze her to death.
Thinking of the fearless father of his original owner, An Lingyun came up with a plan. "If I don't leave you here, there will be a place for me to stay. Let's go!"
She kicked the door open and An Lingyun walked out of the backyard.
There was no one in the back courtyard of the Prince An's Manor. An Lingyun observed secretly, thinking about how to break off the engagement first and then find Gong Qingjue to settle accounts for the original owner. It would not be a waste of effort to take over the original owner's body. He would just take it as returning the favor.
In her previous life, she was an orphan and had no one to rely on since she was a child. If she had a family in this life, she was also willing to seek justice for the original owner.
An Lingyun walked out of Prince An's Mansion with his memory and returned to his family's General's Mansion.
An Lingyun pretended to faint in front of the General's Manor. The butler of the General's Manor happened to see him and was busy asking someone to see him.
She was scared out of her wits. Wasn't this the First Miss?
The housekeeper panicked and hurriedly asked someone to invite the old general to Mount Anzhi.
An Lingyun was lying on the ground, pretending to be dead.
If the matter was not blown up, even if the original owner's father loved the original owner very much, such a big event as breaking off the engagement would not only affect the marriage of life, but also kill people. The heroine had been obsessed with women for more than ten years. If the old general had no choice, no one would let An Lingyun mess with her.
No matter how much he doted on her, there was still a limit. After all, it was a matter of life and death. Everything that Gong Qingjue had done wanted the original owner to die. The old general would definitely know about it.
The old general rushed over quickly. Seeing that An Lingyun was in a coma, he ignored the gossip and hugged An Lingyun, crying with snot, tears, and snot.
"My son has suffered. My son is pitiful!" It had only been one day since the wedding. It was less than three days since the return of the family, but he had fainted outside the mansion alone. How much suffering had he suffered!
An Lingyun rolled his eyes. He finally understood who the heroine looked like.
But this was exactly what she wanted.
