Chapter 1 Marry and you will be a widow

A dilapidated mansion is worse than a free-range chicken.

The Wuning Marquis Mansion is far away from the center of power and has been inconspicuous in Beijing in recent years.

But today, the Marquis's daughter is getting married, and even His Majesty has come in person, because the Marquis's daughter is going to marry the Prince of Danshuo, who is currently in favor with His Majesty.

Cheng Nianying listened attentively to the noisy sounds coming from afar, her legs numb from squatting.

She was different from all of them, she came to kill.

The one to be killed is the legitimate daughter of the marquis's family, today's bride.

"Hurry! Go find the lady!" The maids and old women suddenly ran out of the boudoir in a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, there was no one there.

Cheng Nianying knew the time had come, so she tiptoed down from the beam like a cat.

She came to the bed, drew aside the curtain, and saw a woman with a veil covering her face and wearing a wedding dress.

The wedding dress was embroidered with fine gold threads, forming brocade flowers.

Cheng Nianying was so greedy that she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Then she took out the poison needle with one hand and covered the woman's face with the other.

There was no struggle at all when I pressed it.

Cheng Nianying was stunned for a moment and lifted the veil.

The daughter of the Marquis had her eyes tightly closed, her face pale, as if she were dead.

The most important thing is... that face is almost exactly the same as hers!

"Did you see a ghost in broad daylight?" Cheng Nianying took a deep breath.

Before he could catch his breath, he heard hurried footsteps and the next moment the door was pushed open.

"Whatever the method, we must save her life..."

"His Majesty is here in person today! If he knew that the bride committed suicide, the entire Marquisate would be doomed!"

The woman in the lead was neatly dressed, her face covered in sweat, which had smudged her makeup.

Cheng Nianying didn't have time to hide back on the beam, so she simply stopped.

"You..." The woman was startled when she saw someone else in the room. "Who are you?"

Cheng Nianying had made all the necessary preparations to sneak into the Marquis' Mansion.

She had her hair combed into two buns and wore a light blue half-sleeve top, looking like a maid.

She turned around slowly, with slender eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, like a flower covered with dew, pure and innocent.

Everyone was stunned.

The woman murmured, "Jade-like."

The maidservant also screamed: "Miss, how did you survive?"

Cheng Nianying bowed hurriedly and said in a crisp voice, "Madam, I'm mistaken. I'm here to help you."

The woman took two quick breaths and looked at the bed.

Sure enough, the person who should be lying there is still lying there.

"Hurry, doctor, hurry!" The woman regained her composure and directed the female doctor to come forward.

The other maids and servants finally came to their senses, put away their shocked looks, and rushed to the bedside to serve.

The woman did not go over, but stared at Cheng Nianying from head to toe.

The more I looked at her, the weirder her expression became.

"Come here." The woman beckoned her over.

The woman was in her forties, still beautiful, with only a few wrinkles between her brows. But now those wrinkles had smoothed out, and she smiled gently at Cheng Nianying.

"I am the wife of Marquis Wuning, my surname is Chu. Are your parents still alive?" the woman asked.

Cheng Nianying knew she couldn't leave in a hurry, so she answered honestly, "I've never met my biological parents."

Why did Lady Wuning Marquis ask her this?

Could it be...

Cheng Nianying touched her face unconsciously.

The Marquis's wife, Chu Zhen, could no longer contain herself. She grabbed her wrist and cried, "My mansion was supposed to have a legitimate daughter, but she was stolen away by a wicked servant the year she was born. We haven't heard from her since..."

"Child, let me see..."

Chu Zhen held her face and carefully traced the past with her thumb.

Cheng Nianying had never been so close to anyone before, and it took a lot of effort to control herself from drawing her weapon and stabbing the other person.

She stared at Chu Zhen's face in a trance: "Then what the lady means is..."

"Silly child, I'm afraid I'm your real mother!" Chu Zhen said, hugging Cheng Nianying and bursting into tears.

"I... have a mother?"

She was a killer, how could a killer ever see his own mother? When they were young, they all said they grew out of the earth.

Chu Zhen choked up: "Silly child, who isn't born by a father and raised by a mother? Not only do you have a mother, you also have a father!"

"Madam, madam!" a maid called out urgently.

Chu Zhen patted Cheng Nianying's hand and said, "Just sit here. Don't leave. I'll come back and talk to you later."

Cheng Nianying nodded and touched the part of her shoulder that was wet with tears.

Are you lying to her?

But the Marquis's wife cried so sadly.

No one has ever cried for her.

She poked her head out curiously, looking at the shadowy figure behind the screen, and faintly heard suppressed crying.

Only then did she remember that if that was the case, then the girl on the bed must be her biological sister?

My sister.

Such unfamiliar words.

Cheng Nianying pressed his chest and stood up.

For those who have committed suicide by hanging but have not yet died, there is still a chance of saving them if acupuncture is performed early to reopen the acupoints.

save?

Not save?

That was the person she wanted to kill.

If the daughter of the Marquis's family doesn't die, the people in the building will send people to hunt her down.

Cheng Nianying rarely felt so embarrassed. She sighed softly, causing the maidservant beside her to secretly glance at her.

They thought to themselves that it was really similar, except that this person's eyes and eyebrows were three points more delicate than their girls.

Not long after, Chu Zhen came back, followed by a middle-aged man in fancy clothes.

It was the Marquis of Wuning.

He walked up to her quickly, tears streaming down his face before he could say a word. "You...you've been wandering away for several years. It's your parents' fault. Now that you've returned by chance, you should live a life where your parents love you..."

"But unfortunately, your sister committed suicide on her wedding day. I'm afraid the entire Marquisate will be buried with her!"

Immediately afterwards, the other maids and servants all knelt down and cried out in a piteous voice, "Please, young lady, save the Marquis's mansion!"

Only Chu Zhen said nothing, covering her face with a handkerchief and crying even more sadly.

Cheng Nianying opened her mouth.

She...she's just a killer.

"How to save him?"

The middle-aged man choked up and said with difficulty: "Get married... on behalf of your sister."

Cheng Nianying was silent for a moment, then turned and walked to the bedside. The female doctor had left at some point, leaving only the maids around.

She raised her hand to the side of the bride's neck, bent her knuckles and knocked hard.

The bride's whole body was convulsing, and she actually jumped up and down on the bed.

The maid was so frightened that she even forgot to cry. She only murmured, "What is this for?"

Cheng Nianying did not answer, but quickly took out the silver needles and pierced the bride's Tianding and Qishe acupoints respectively.

Chu Zhen and others quickly gathered around and watched with their own eyes as the bride's face gradually turned from pale blue.

Cheng Nianying pointed and said, "It's alive."

For a moment, everyone was stunned and forgot to make a sound.

Until a maid trembled and stretched out her finger to test, then she jumped up and said, "There's breath! Although it's weak, there's really breath!"

Chu Zhen hurriedly asked: "When will he wake up?"

Cheng Nianying: "Twenty-four hours."

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy: "It's too late, it's still too late, everything is too late..."

Cheng Nianying asked: "What will happen then?"

"Disobey the emperor's will, confiscate the property, and behead."

Cheng Nianying couldn't help but touch the weapon hidden at her waist, which gave her peace of mind.

She whispered, "I've never had a father or mother, and I don't know what it's like to have one, so you better not die yet. I'll go."

The people around him breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hurry! Help the girl change her clothes!"

Cheng Nianying was carried away. She couldn't help but turn her head and saw Chu Zhen covering her face and walking out with the middle-aged man supporting each other.

Is that Daddy? she wondered.

When the Marquis of Wuning and his wife left, his face darkened and he gritted his teeth, "It's all your fault. How dare you hang yourself today!"

Chu Zhen retorted, "Although Prince Danshuo is favored by the Emperor, he was seriously injured while saving the Emperor. Rumors are circulating that he cannot be cured. His Majesty granted him this marriage to preserve his bloodline. If she marries him, she's destined to be a widow! Who could possibly accept this?"

Marquis Wuning snorted coldly and said nothing more.

Chu Zhen also turned her face away, still looking sad.

Madam Liu on the side quickly advised: "Madam, please don't feel sad for the new girl. Since she is your daughter, she has not been raised by your knees for so many years. The most important thing is to protect the Marquis's Mansion."

Another old woman looked surprised: "Has Madam ever given birth to a girl?" She was Chu Zhen's wet nurse, how come she had never heard of it?

Chu Zhen put down the handkerchief, the tears on her face had dried, and she said in a light tone: "I have never given birth."