Shang Changge's full, crimson lips parted and closed as she spoke slowly and deliberately, word by word:

"I am the master and you are the slaves. Whether you plotted against me or not, if I want you dead, you must die!"

Very good, extremely unscrupulous and arrogant! The last time they were this unscrupulous and arrogant was before!

Qinghe and Qingyu's eyes were filled with fear, resentment, and bitterness, yet they were powerless to do anything else.

Shang Changge had seen this kind of look many times before, so he wasn't flustered at all. He looked at Qingyao with a cheerful but extremely malicious tone:

"I've changed my mind. Since they're traitors, they should be beaten to death."

Go and call a few guards over to fight here. You don't need to kill them, just beat them half to death.

After you've finished beating them, give them the leftovers from lunch. Didn't they say the food wasn't poisoned? I'd like to see if they die from eating it.

Qinghe and Qingyu died, of course; they even made a last-ditch effort before they died.

To say that the princess didn't want to know who was directing them was absurd; of course, Shang Changge didn't.

She has the script in her hands; what doesn't she know? Why would she need them to tell her? What a joke!

As for the inexplicable transmigration into a book and the two of them at the beginning, okay?

What's wrong with that?

The original owner was supposed to be a villain, and she wasn't a saint either. Qinghe and Qingyu betrayed her and took the original owner's life.

She's now using the original owner's body and has become the original owner, is it just to clear her name and let them go?

She's not sick!

Putting aside the fact that being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to oneself, if one were to actually do that...

Whether the original owner's soul will even be able to stay in its coffin is another matter entirely. One can be sarcastic, but not this sarcastic.

Besides, there's no way she can clear her name, and she has no intention of doing so; she's simply not a good person.

The heavy rain is still falling.

The princess's residence was vast and extremely luxurious, comprising eighteen palaces of varying sizes.

This huge mansion has only one master, Shang Changge; the rest are servants.

There were four stewards alone, plus a total of nearly a thousand people including assassins, bodyguards, servants, and other bodyguards.

The mansion was bestowed upon the original owner by the emperor when she turned 18, and she was also granted the title of 'Anguo' as the eldest legitimate princess.

This was to proclaim to the world the supreme honor and glory of his daughter with the Empress, who was also his first offspring.

"Tsk."

Shang Changge clicked his tongue as he looked at the torrential rain, marveling at the old emperor's deep cunning.

If she hadn't read this novel, she would have truly believed that the old emperor genuinely doted on the original owner of this body's daughter.

Leaving aside other matters for now,

If the old emperor's paternal love was real, how could the original owner have died so easily and so mysteriously?

"Princess." It was Qingyao.

Qingyao had already gone back to her room to change into dry clothes, and now she was leading a group of people to bring tea and snacks.

The tea was top-quality pre-rain Longjing tea, and the pastries were all exquisite.

Each item was sampled and confirmed to be safe before being delivered to the singer.

Shang Changge thought being a princess was really troublesome; she had to be extremely careful when eating or drinking tea because she could easily be poisoned.

She began to miss, a tiny bit, her former body that could heal itself from injuries and was immune to all poisons.

Qingyao: "Qinghe and Qingyu's bodies have been packed up as you instructed and are now placed in the carriage in the small courtyard behind the west gate."

"besides......"

Qingyao presented the jade pendant she had just found in a corner of the vault to Shang Changge: "This is the jade pendant you asked me to find."

The jade pendant is made of mutton-fat white jade and is engraved with cloud patterns.

Aside from being a high-quality, valuable piece of jade, there's nothing particularly special about it.

Shang Changge didn't say what he wanted the jade for. After finishing his tea and eating some snacks, he led Qingyao to the west back gate.

The rain has stopped, and the three osmanthus trees in the yard are in full bloom in early autumn.

The small, delicate pale yellow flower buds emitted a fragrant osmanthus scent, which effectively masked the stench of blood emanating from the carriage.

Shang Changge lifted the carriage curtain, and the scene that met her eyes made her lips twitch.

The bodies of Qinghe and Qingyu were bound together with rough hemp rope, and a bright pink ribbon tied into a delicate bow at the knot.

Shang Changge turned to Qingyao and asked, "Whose masterpiece is this?"

Qingyao was quite honest: "It is this servant."

She was still innocent. "Didn't you say you were going to hand them over to the people who bribed them to be your lackeys? I thought about it..."

Since it's a gift, it naturally needs to be packaged nicely; we can't let people say that our princess's residence lacks manners.

Shang Changge inwardly exclaimed "Wow!" and patted Qingyao on the shoulder, praising her without reservation: "Well done!"

She has a unique way of thinking and is very creative; she likes young people who have big ideas and creative minds!

Doesn't this suddenly make your dull and boring life more interesting? 6!

Qingyao felt a little embarrassed by the compliment and asked about something else she wanted to know:

"You said you would personally deliver this gift in the evening, and the only place we're going to in the evening is the poetry gathering Miss Yun is hosting at the lakeside pavilion."

"Could it be that Miss Yun is the mastermind behind today's events that are meant to harm you? Or is it someone else from the poetry gathering?"

The Miss Yun that Qingyao mentioned is Yun Xiangrong, the daughter of the current Vice Minister of Revenue.

The Vice Minister of Revenue's sister is the current Imperial Concubine, which means that the Imperial Concubine is Yun Xiangrong's aunt.

Shang Changge didn't say yes or no, but simply took the first step and left: "Let's go, to Mingxuan Palace."

She only visited Qinghe and Qingyu's bodies incidentally; she had another purpose for coming this time.

They came looking for someone, the divine physician Jing whom Qingyu and Qinghe had mentioned when they were trying to clear their names.

The so-called "Divine Physician Jing" is named Jing Xiuming, aged 19. He was originally a folk doctor practicing medicine at the Baicaotang Medical Clinic in the capital.

The original owner suffered from headaches that would become unbearable from time to time, and Jing Xiuming happened to be an expert in treating headaches.

By a stroke of luck (or perhaps by someone's deliberate arrangement), he entered the princess's residence specifically to treat the original owner's headache.

Over time, the original owner of this body, who was three years older than Jing Xiuming, developed some affection for him.

Therefore, he was given many special privileges. For example, Jing Xiuming, a commoner, was able to live in the Mingxuan Palace in the princess's residence.

For example, the servants in Mingxuan Palace were all brought into the mansion by Jing Xiuming himself from outside.

Mingxuan Hall.

Before Shang Changge arrived, the servant sweeping fallen leaves at the gate spotted him from afar and quickly ran inside to report.

Soon, Jing Xiuming and his entourage from Mingxuan Palace came out to greet them.

"We, your humble servants, pay our respects to the princess."

Her voice was clear and melodious, neither arrogant nor humble; her manners were impeccable, leaving no room for criticism.

However, if you listen carefully, it is not hard to detect the deliberate distance behind this thoughtful courtesy.

Shang Changge: "No need."

Although she inherited the original owner's body and identity by a twist of fate, she did not inherit the original owner's beloved's quirks.

His cold attitude was a stark contrast to his previous attitude towards Jing Xiuming.

Everyone was somewhat taken aback, including Qingyao.

Jing Xiuming undoubtedly has a handsome face, the kind of gentle and refined beauty.

Perhaps it's because he's only 19 and inexperienced in the ways of the world, or perhaps it's because he practices medicine.

This gentle warmth carries a purity untainted by worldly corruption; at this moment, a flicker of surprise crosses that pure face.

Perhaps out of indifference, the slight surprise quickly disappeared, and the warm, caring greeting returned to normal.

"Is the princess's headache acting up again? If she could just send someone to fetch me, there would be no need for me to come all the way here myself."

Listening to what he was saying, Shang Changge even suspected that the person in front of her was indirectly insulting her for having another mental breakdown in order to come to him.

Of course, what I felt most was irony; the original owner's increasingly frequent headaches were all thanks to the person in front of her.

Indeed, those who seem innocent and harmless are often the most deceitful.

Shang Changge: "No."

In stark contrast to Jing Xiuming's gentle and harmless appearance, the original owner of this body possessed a stunningly beautiful yet extremely aggressive look.

It looked exactly like her face from the apocalypse, and even her voice was the same—casual yet sharp.

"I have something to discuss today. I would like to trouble Doctor Jing and your men to make way for me."

Or is it that I am no longer even allowed to enter my own palace?

Jing Xiuming was slightly taken aback, then led his group to step aside and make way for them: "Your Highness is too kind. We, your humble servants, would not dare to do so."