"Gurgle..."
When Zhong Muyu came to her senses, she was choking on water and felt extremely uncomfortable. Her body's instinct made her keep splashing towards the surface of the water.
At that moment, her arm was grabbed and she was thrown onto the cold stone floor like a fish that had been caught.
"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!"
Zhong Muyu frantically spat out water, but the scene before her was no longer the same as before.
"Your Highness! Your Highness, are you alright?"
"Quickly, call a doctor!"
"..."
The men and women around her were in a chaotic mess. A gentle and pretty young girl draped a coat over her shoulders, her face clearly showing panic and fear.
"Hiss~"
A sharp pain shot through her brain, causing Zhong Muyu to gasp for breath. Then, a flood of memories that didn't belong to her rushed into her mind.
Her face contorted in pain, and her maid, Zaochun, thought she was about to die, so she cried out in even greater panic, "Your Highness, you can't be hurt! You absolutely can't be hurt!"
Zhong Muyu gripped Zao Chun's sleeve tightly and managed to say, "Don't shout, I'm fine."
By this point, she had figured out the situation.
She actually time-traveled!
Moreover, she transmigrated into the body of a woman who committed suicide on her wedding day, carrying the fate of Zhu Yingtai!
Damn it! I shouldn't have accepted that trial voucher! It was supposed to be a brain therapy device, a new product that promotes brain cell development. Now look what happened, she's been transported to ancient times!
Zhong Muyu was filled with regret. Back then, when she saw that the inventor of the physiotherapy device looked just like Yang Yongxin, the "Thunder and Lightning King," she should have known how unreliable this thing was.
It's no use saying anything now. The original owner, Zhong Muyu, didn't want to get married and chose to commit suicide, and has already passed away spectacularly. Now that she has taken over this body, even if she wants to go back, she can't die again!
What if she fails? Wouldn't that be just throwing her life away for nothing? She values her life very much!
Just as Zhong Muyu was sorting out the current situation, what arrived was not a doctor, but a man dressed in a red silk wedding robe with gold thread, wearing a purple-gold and jade-inlaid crown, with a tall and elegant posture.
Zhong Muyu was still kneeling on the ground, her red and green wedding robes were wet and heavy, and the phoenix crown on her head had long since fallen into the water. Strands of her wet and disheveled hair clung to her body.
She wiped the half-dry water from her face and looked the man up and down.
Is this the man the original owner was supposed to marry? The seventh son of the Emperor of Yuanqi Kingdom, the Prince of Ling!
He was so tall that Zhong Muyu had to crane her neck to look at him. His proportions were perfect, not to mention his features: sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips. He was like a work of art carefully sculpted by God.
Zhong Muyu, a self-proclaimed beauty enthusiast who considers herself accustomed to handsome men, was stunned by the other man's exceptional looks and physique.
The only downside is that it would have been better if he didn't have such a dark expression.
Original owner, if you had met your fiancé sooner, perhaps you could have given up the idea of suicide?
As Zhong Muyu was lost in thought, Lu Ziyuan's face darkened further.
He clearly disagreed with this marriage, but he didn't know what kind of spell Zhong Muyu had cast on the Empress Dowager, who insisted on bestowing the marriage upon them, leaving his Rou'er only as a concubine! He had heard that Zhong Muyu had a beloved who had died of illness, which already made him very unhappy, but now he actually committed suicide on the day of the wedding, causing a great uproar in the city and making the Ling Prince's Mansion a laughing stock.
This is intolerable!
Zhong Muyu naturally knew what was going on. Her mind raced for a moment, and then she grabbed Lu Ziyuan's sleeve: "Your Highness, it's all my fault for being careless. I twisted my ankle and fell into the lake. Please forgive me!"
What bad luck! I have to clean up the mess left by the original owner.
Zhong Muyu silently grumbled to herself, but on the surface she remained composed and poised.
She struggled to get Zaochun to help her to her feet, then pretended to have twisted her ankle.
Lu Ziyuan's expression softened slightly: "Your Highness was so careless. Please don't fall into the water again next time. Quickly help Your Highness to rest, so she doesn't catch a cold."
Zhong Muyu watched as he struggled to utter these words of concern, his facial muscles barely moving.
Are the royals here actually quite sentimental, unable to even put on an act?
Zhong Muyu gave a slight curtsy: "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness."
After saying that, she ignored the onlookers and, supported by Zaochun and Granny Zhang on either side, walked away with a limp.
He twisted his ankle and fell into the water? I doubt anyone would believe that. Everyone saw Zhong Muyu rush into the water in one stride. However, the Lingwang Mansion has to be mindful of its reputation. If the Lingwang says he accidentally fell into the water, then he accidentally fell into the water.
...
Xinxiang Courtyard.
This is Zhong Muyu's residence, which is also the main wife's courtyard.
The courtyard is very large, with various exquisitely maintained artificial mountains and strange rocks, trees and flowers, all reflecting the grandeur that the lady of the house should have.
Zhong Muyu took a hot shower, then changed into a new set of clothes and snuggled into bed.
The weather is still a bit cold, and it's really hard to stand being soaked in water for so long.
"Your Highness, please have some hot tea."
Her personal maid, Zaochun, brought hot tea to her side, the steam rising upwards.
"Thanks."
Zhong Muyu took the tea and cupped the white porcelain teacup with both hands.
"Your Highness, please don't be so polite. I only hope that Your Highness will not do anything foolish in the future. You are now the Princess Consort of Ling, and things will get better from now on. Please forget everything that happened before."
In early spring, she earnestly advised Zhong Muyu. Although she was the same age as Zhong Muyu, she had served the Empress Dowager for many years and her personality was much more mature than that of many other maids her age.
The original owner of this body was an orphan. The Zhong family was known for its loyalty and patriotism, and the Empress Dowager took pity on her, raising her and bestowing upon her the title of Princess Emerald. Perhaps it was because she was alone and had no family ties that she was able to make such a decision to die for love.
Now the original owner has gotten what he wanted.
Zhong Muyu let out a long breath, looking quite relaxed: "I was just acting impulsively. Don't worry, I won't do it again. Like you said, I've forgotten everything that happened in the past."
Zao Chun was surprised by Zhong Muyu's reaction. In the past, whenever she tried to persuade her, Zhong Muyu would always respond with silence.
"It would be wonderful if the Princess thought that way."
"Of course! If I were to die like this, wouldn't that sadden the Empress Dowager who has always doted on me? I would be too selfish and unfilial!"
Zhong Muyu reiterated her stance: the Empress Dowager was indeed good to the original owner. In her memory, she was an old lady with gray hair, who was dignified without being angry, but she was very gentle and kind to the original owner.
Just as the two were having their heart-to-heart talk, another dowry maid, Zhang Mama, arrived: "Reporting to Your Highness, the Prince has arrived."
A prince? What's he doing here?
At this time, the groom should be in the front hall greeting the guests, right?
Thinking of Lu Ziyuan's dark face just now, Zhong Muyu instinctively felt that his coming here now was not for anything good.
Sure enough, Lu Ziyuan, dressed in a wedding robe, hurriedly entered with his long legs.
After dismissing the servants, the atmosphere in the room plummeted to freezing point.
Zhong Muyu felt that his eyes were murderous. Just as she was considering whether to go down and pay her respects, his angry voice came out to her like a loudspeaker.
"Zhong Muyu, what exactly do you mean?!"
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