Chapter 212: There's a Ghost

She hurried back to the villa and collapsed onto the bed.

I'm so tired, both mentally and physically.

There is a Jiang Dynasty that has been passed down for thousands of years, and there are also Jiang clan branches with even deeper heritage than the main family.

One is the Hu family, one is the Xu family, and one is the Huo family.

When the capital was besieged, these three families were caught up in it.

If Hensheng had died shortly after birth, would all of this have happened?

Su Zhenzhen roughly deduced that the aristocratic families and the rebels would likely suffer heavy losses, while the aristocratic families would remain standing and elect a puppet emperor from a collateral branch of the Jiang family.

Meanwhile, the collateral branches of the Jiang clan used the powerful families to seize the throne, and then kicked the powerful families aside.

But what went wrong? One unexpected event was that Hensheng was still alive.

Another unexpected event was that he himself came to this strange world.

Su Zhenzhen wasn't sure if the Jiang Dynasty would be in dire straits now if she hadn't come to this other world.

Just as she herself was unsure whether Jiang Chao would still exist if she hadn't been sent here.

Su Zhenzhen spun around on the bed, making a mess of her hair and clothes, before finally wiping her face and going to the kitchen to find something to eat.

What a mess today! I was hoping to try the chef's cooking from the Prefectural Governor's Office. No matter how lavish or extravagant the meal was, he wouldn't skimp on the ingredients. The guests at the banquet were all prominent figures in Yangcheng, and Hu Wen couldn't afford to lose face like that.

However, not only did she not get to eat at the banquet, but she was also busy all day, and Su Zhenzhen's stomach was starting to protest.

Sigh, I wonder if the ingredients in the prefectural governor's kitchen have been cooked yet. But Hu Wen was so anxious and upset, and Madam Hu was so hysterical, suggesting packing up the food at that time would probably be like stabbing someone in the heart.

Thinking this, Su Zhenzhen had already taken a bite of the dough that she had kneaded on the stove, which she was preparing to use to make pancakes the next morning.

This dough is made from ordinary white flour, and the flatbread made from it is a staple food for ordinary people.

But for Su Zhenzhen, there was a fatal flaw: it had no flavor. Since the raw material was all flour, it made no difference whether it was in the form of a pancake or dough. Besides, she had saved a portion for the cook to make pancakes for tomorrow morning.

Moreover, the so-called refinement is relative, after all, production tools were limited, and compared to flour in the 906th century, this flour was ground coarsely.

Su Zhenzhen wandered around the courtyard like a lost soul, a dough ball dangling from her mouth. She wasn't actually hungry; she just wanted to do something while she was thinking.

Unprecedented! There wasn't even a single point of reference for her, yet she founded her own school of thought and developed the art of resurrection.

Yes, although Su Zhenzhen still had no clue, she had already thought of a name for the spell.

The technique that allows a separated soul to re-enter the body is called the Soul Return Technique.

Su Zhenzhen usually likes to wear plain-colored clothes, which is the so-called funeral style of the 906th century. In addition, she rolled around in bed and messed up her hair. Her hair was all over her shoulders and back as she walked. She also had a piece of dough in her mouth. The dough was elastic and stretched down under its own weight, making it look like it was hanging out of Su Zhenzhen's mouth.

The old cook, who was getting up in the middle of the night, saw this scene and was so frightened that her soul almost left her body. She screamed in panic, "A ghost—ah!"

Su Zhenzhen looked in the direction of the sound and saw the old cook shout with wide eyes before collapsing straight down.

Su Zhenzhen: "..."

There's something outrageous I'm not sure if I should say.

The cook was already in her fifties, and in the village, she was the head of the family, in charge of the household finances, ordering around her daughter-in-law, and playing with her grandchildren. She might lack material wealth, but she was definitely rich in spirit.

But the cook still went to the city to cook for wealthy families. It's unclear whether she was just naturally restless or if her children were too disappointing, forcing their elderly mother to work outside at such a young age.

Su Zhenzhen and the cook were only nodding acquaintances. The cook would prepare the food, deliver it to the door, and knock on the door. After Su Zhenzhen finished eating, the cook would estimate the time and clear away the dishes.

Therefore, Su Zhenzhen was not familiar with her. If it were the former, she would scare people to death and then be reincarnated into a better life.

If it were the latter, Su Zhenzhen could already imagine the scene of the old lady's children coming to her door to argue.

Su Zhenzhen casually stuffed the dough she was holding into her mouth and hurried over to check on the cook's condition.

Thankfully, the old lady is very resilient and did not die, but her condition is not optimistic.

Su Zhenzhen took out the Rejuvenation Pill like candy and fed it to the cook. The old lady was frightened, her blood and qi flowed backward, and with her advanced age and declining physical functions, she couldn't swallow the breath.

The Rejuvenation Pill can improve her physical functions and help her catch her breath.

As long as the physical body is alive, the soul cannot leave the body.

After confirming that the old lady's breathing had stabilized, Su Zhenzhen carried her back to bed and stayed by her side all night.

As dawn broke, the cook woke up and met Su Zhenzhen's eyes, still feeling lingering fear.

“Miss Su, there’s a ghost in our courtyard. I saw it last night. It had a long tongue and it was terrifying. Please perform a ritual to get rid of it.”

Su Zhenzhen: "..."

How can I explain that this "ghost" is me?

"Don't worry, it's been resolved."

The cook patted her chest in relief, "That's good, that's good. Miss Su, I'll go cook for you."

When the cook went to the kitchen, she saw that half of the kneaded dough was gone, and she immediately started yelling again.

"Where are my noodles? Who ate my noodles? Could it be that ghost from last night? Turns out it was a hungry ghost. I should have asked Miss Su to give her some food before sending her on her way."

Hungry Ghost Su Zhenzhen: "..."

You're a really nice person.

On the other side, Chunzhi got up at dawn.

Chunzhi has a regular schedule, going to bed early and getting up early, and she even practices a set of boxing exercises first thing after getting up.

When she finished her boxing practice and was eating, her bodyguard came to report what had happened the night before.

Breakfast consisted of congee and side dishes, common in the county government kitchen. Chunzhi had been living in the backyard of the county government since she arrived in Yangcheng. Sometimes Chunzhi cooked for herself, and sometimes the cook prepared the meals.

Chunzhi ate with a bold yet elegant manner, finishing the porridge in one gulp.

Are you sure that's what she said?

"Yes," the guard replied in a deep voice.

Chunzhi slammed the bowl down on the table and said coldly, "She's certainly meddling. Even if she's the Empress, she has no right to interfere in the affairs of her subjects' inner court."

The guards remained silent, awaiting their orders.

"Keep an eye on the prefectural governor's residence and don't miss any movement."

Such a significant event has occurred at the Prefectural Governor's Office. Chunzhi may not be present, but he absolutely cannot be unaware of the subsequent developments.

The guards accepted the order and left.

Chunzhi slammed her hand on the table, but the table didn't budge. Instead, the bowl on it cracked from bottom to top.