In the bright study room, Xiao Moyun was wiping the sword in his hand slowly, his brows were calm and deep, he was wearing custom-made black clothes, with a simple ring-shaped jade ornament around his waist.
This is the Xiaoyao King Xiao Moyun who the entire imperial city is afraid to avoid.
For no other reason than because King Xiaoyao had already lost nineteen of his concubines and was lame, no family in the imperial city was willing to push their daughter into this pit of fire.
Today is the day when King Xiaoyao marries his 20th princess. Many people are watching the show, wondering if the princess can survive a day and break the time record of marrying King Xiaoyao.
Sure enough, news came not long after that the bride committed suicide in the sedan chair.
This is the royal concubine. Even if she has not yet entered the palace, she still holds this title.
Song Zhi pushed open the study door and walked quickly to two meters in front of Xiao Moyun, saluted and reported the situation.
"My lord, the man committed suicide."
Xiao Moyun's hand wiping the sword paused, a little surprised, and then threw it away. The sword was accurately sheathed, the sheath vibrated, and then fell silent.
"I know, please go down."
"yes."
The study door was closed again.
Yue Ci was woken up, with cries filling her ears and severe pain on her forehead.
"hiss--"
Opening his eyes, he found that he was in a small space.
The main system scanned the surroundings and was too scared to speak, but had to face it.
[Goddess, you are currently lying in a coffin, and there are many people kneeling outside, all crying. 】
"dead?"
Yue Ci raised her hand and touched the coffin next to her. It felt good to the touch.
[It doesn’t count. The original owner committed suicide, but he was still in a state of suspended animation, not fully dead. 】
"Heal the wound on my head for me."
Yue Ci, who had never felt such pain before, was in a bad mood.
"Lift this up."
He pointed at the coffin board.
In this situation, how could the main system dare to refute and take action immediately?
The wound healed instantly and the coffin panels were lifted.
The servants who were kneeling and crying in the mourning hall were so frightened that they forgot to cry and looked up at the source of the sound.
Yue Ci grabbed the edge of the coffin and sat up, moving her numb body.
"Ah ah ah ah ah--"
"Ghost, ghost, ghost--"
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"
The people in the mourning hall were so frightened that they crawled away and fled, leaving only Yue Ci who had not yet come out of the coffin.
"Ghost? Where is it?"
Yue Ci looked around and saw nothing.
After careful consideration, the main system said: [Goddess, they must have mistaken you for a ghost. 】
Yue Ci: "???"
Step out of the coffin and tidy up your clothes first.
Because Prince Xiaoyao was used to putting people into prepared coffins without even changing clothes, Yue Ci was still wearing a bright red wedding dress and a complicated and heavy headdress.
Yue Ci unhappily took off the headdresses one by one and threw them on the ground, leaving only a few with fixed hairstyles to relax her neck.
This shiny gold looks nice, but it’s also really heavy.
The servants who were frightened and panicked ran around the mansion. The servants who were placed in Prince Xiaoyao's mansion immediately passed the news to their master.
Isn't he dead? Why are you alive again?
Unexpected and incredible.
When the situation changed, Song Zhi immediately went to the study to inform the prince.
"Your Majesty, the person is not dead."
Xiao Moyun was handling matters. When he heard the voice, he paused with the pen in his hand, and then continued writing.
"Fake death?"
Song Zhi lowered his head respectfully and looked at the ground, saying: "My subordinates personally checked the pulse, but it turned out to be dead."
Xiao Moyun, his subordinate, can still trust his medical skills. Tan Tong might have taken some medicine that affected his pulse.
"Then go ahead."
Regardless of whether it is real death or fake death, you must die tonight.
After following the prince for more than ten years, Song Zhi understood the meaning of the prince's words.
"My subordinates resign."
The study door opens and closes again.
When the emperor learned about this, he was holding his beloved Concubine Yun in his arms. He pondered for a moment and then laughed happily.
"Interesting, exactly."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly had a sudden thought and rushed out the door and shouted: "Come here, please give me my oral instructions."
