Dayong Dynasty, the day of Zhongyuan Festival.
In the residence of the Minister of Revenue, red silk was hung high and big red lanterns were lit, as if there was a wedding going on in the mansion.
The woman's miserable appearance was incompatible with the joyous atmosphere inside and outside the mansion.
"Let me go! Let me go——"
A woman in a bright red wedding dress was pushed into a coffin. A wooden spike as thick as two fingers pierced through her palm, nailing her inside the coffin.
The shrill screams made one's scalp tingle and the woman's whole body convulsed.
"Why...why..." The woman's eyes were bloodshot. She lay in the coffin, looking at the familiar and extremely indifferent faces around her.
A woman in a light red wedding dress walked to the coffin and looked down at her.
Since ancient times, when getting married, the wife wears bright red, and the concubine wears light red.
Yun Yujiao looked down at the person in the coffin and raised her lips in ridicule: "Why? Your mother is having an affair. If it weren't for your horoscope being so sinister and useful to your mother, do you think your mother would have kept a bastard like you until now and let you occupy the position of the eldest daughter of the legitimate family?"
"Oh, now you are getting married, but my mother asked me to be your dowry!" Yun Yujiao's face was full of resentment, "Why should I lose my reputation because of you, a bastard!"
Yun Qingwu struggled in pain, with a look of disbelief on her face: "No! My dear, you won't do this to me... I don't believe it, I don't believe it..."
Yun Yujiao looked at her sad and beautiful face, sneered, and said gloatingly:
"Idiot, these coffin nails were specially made by a Taoist priest. They match your horoscope and will nail you to death. You will become a living evil that can attract countless wandering ghosts. Then I will send you to Prince Yan's Palace, hehe..."
"My father wants to get rid of King Yan for the Crown Prince, so he has raised you, a bastard, for more than ten years. This is a good use of your talent."
Yun Qingwu's face turned pale and she screamed, "No! You can't do this to me! Even if I die, Yun Yujiao, you won't have a good ending!"
"You don't have to worry about that, sister." Yun Yujiao's voice was as venomous as a snake's tongue. She raised the wooden spike in her hand high and stabbed it fiercely into Yun Qingwu's chest. Her resentful look turned into pride:
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince promised personally that if I help him get rid of the troublesome King Yan, he will grant me the position of concubine."
"After you die, my father will be made legitimate, and I will be the legitimate daughter, hahahaha!"
Yun Yujiao pulled out the wooden spike, and a few drops of blood splashed on her face. She watched the woman in the coffin convulse, with blood gushing out of a bloody hole in her chest, soaking the coffin with blood until she stopped trembling and her eyes lost focus.
Yun Yujiao sneered, wiped the blood off her face, her eyes full of excitement.
The female Taoist priest dressed as a maid said, "Second Miss, please keep this wooden awl stained with her heart's blood. When you marry into the palace, when the time comes, I will help you burn this wooden awl. No one will survive in the palace!"
Yun Yujiao nodded repeatedly and signaled to the people around her:
"Close the coffin!"
The coffin lid fell, and a big red wedding character was pasted on the coffin.
Outside, the matchmaker sang loudly that the auspicious time had arrived, the sound of suona was deafening, and an ebony coffin was carried out amidst the sounds of joy.
There was a wedding sedan following behind the coffin. Yun Yujiao sat in the sedan with a very proud look on her face.
It was the Zhongyuan Festival, and there were few people on the street. When they saw the wedding procession, they all avoided it, muttering "bad luck".
Who would carry a coffin with the word "囍" pasted on it during a wedding? It is mixing red events with white events, and failing to distinguish between happiness and mourning. It is simply against taboo!
During the Ghost Festival, the gates of hell open and the boundary between yin and yang separates. At this moment, the boundary between life and death becomes even more blurred.
Inside the coffin, the woman died with her eyes wide open, her blood oozing all over the coffin. The resentment of her wrongful death turned into bait, attracting ghosts invisible to the naked eye to come here.
No one noticed that there were dozens of shadows following the wedding procession.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the sky suddenly became gloomy. Everyone felt a chill down their spines, and someone trembled as he said:
"Why did it suddenly become cold?"
As soon as the voice came out, everyone looked at the wedding coffin and felt a chill running down their spines.
The leading housekeeper hurriedly said, "Hurry! Hurry up and send Madam over!"
Everyone in the team didn't care about playing any musical instruments or singing, and they all quickened their pace. The people carrying the coffin only felt that it was getting heavier and heavier, and sweat broke out on their foreheads.
A drop of blood dripped from the crack of the coffin and was about to fall to the ground.
Suddenly.
All the portraits of the wedding procession were frozen, with some people's feet just raised.
A red shadow suddenly appeared in front.
She was wearing a red dress that looked as if it had been burned by fire. She walked barefoot, holding a solitary lamp in her hand. The wind blowing from behind her blew up snow particles.
After a few steps, she appeared nearby, but the people in the wedding procession seemed not to see her.
"The Judge of the Earth has arrived, and the wandering ghosts and spirits have retreated."
The moment the ghosts following the wedding procession saw the woman, they all started howling like ghosts and retreated in fear.
The woman's ink-black eyes looked into the hall, as if she could see the poor woman in the coffin who was filled with resentment and unwilling to die in vain.
"Extremely Yin body, wasted life, living death."
She tapped her finger on the coffin and said, "You unlucky fellow, were you the one who called me?"
A ghost floated out of the coffin, full of holes, looking terrifying, it was Yun Qingwu.
Her eyes were bleeding and she was filled with resentment.
"I hate it so much..."
"I want them dead, I want them all dead—"
The woman in red looked at her with a half-smile, "Sure, what can you give me?"
Yun Qingwu roared miserably: "Even if their souls are shattered and no body remains, I will make them pay the price!"
The red-dressed woman tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Forget about your body being gone. I just need to go back to the human world to do something. Your body will belong to me, and I will pay your debt for you. What do you think?"
Yun Qingwu stared at the woman in red: "Really?"
The solitary lamp in the red-clothed woman's hand turned into a red pen with a scarlet spot on the tip, as if dipped in human blood.
The moment the judge's red pen appeared, Yun Qingwu didn't know what it was and felt fear instinctively.
"Use your resentment as ink, and the judge's pen will contain no false words, and the clouds will clear the mist. This is my promise to you."
"I wish to do it! I wish to do it!" With the sound of ghost crying, Yun Qingwu's soul and resentment crashed into the pen.
With a flick of the red pen, the figure of the woman in red turned into mist and disappeared into the coffin.
Half an hour later, in front of Prince Yan’s mansion.
The man was sitting on an armchair with his fur coat wrapped around his waist. The dark royal robe could not hide the arrogance and nobility in his bones. His deep eyebrows and eyes were like a painting in thick ink and heavy colors, and he was handsome and unparalleled.
But his complexion was too bad, and he coughed heavily from time to time, like a broken bellows pumping air out.
The steward of the Shangshu Mansion who was escorting the bride, under the watchful eyes of the Prince Yan's personal soldiers, stepped forward with weak legs and bowed:
"Your Highness, I have been ordered to bring my eldest and second daughters here. Please kick the sedan door."
Xiao Chenyan raised his eyes and coughed before speaking.
The butler took a peek and breathed a sigh of relief.
A month ago, when King Yan was recalled from the northern border, it was said that he was seriously injured on the battlefield and had been staying indoors ever since.
Three days ago, the Eastern Palace specially granted this marriage. The two young ladies of the Shangshu family married Prince Yan together, which could be considered a favor.
However, this favor was called "bringing good fortune", and the girl had a coffin and a sedan chair. Whether it was for bringing good fortune or for prompting death, or perhaps it was a legitimate way to plant a nail in Prince Yan's palace, anyone with a disc could see it.
Who made the King of Disgust Xiao Chenyan have the orphan of the former crown prince and the identity of the former crown prince? If he had been obedient, it would have been fine, but he had to fight on the battlefield and gain control of the military power in the north.
Xiao Chenyan was coughing hard, and the soldiers around him were all worried. His attendant Baisui was even more angry:
"The Eastern Palace has granted me a marriage, but you, the Shangshu Mansion, actually dared to bring a coffin! Are you deliberately trying to curse my prince to death?"
The housekeeper quickly explained:
"The Shangshu Mansion would never dare to do that. When my eldest daughter heard about the marriage proposal, she was so surprised that she died of joy."
"It is precisely because my master values the prince that he sent this wedding coffin together, thinking that even though the two young ladies have not yet entered the palace, they are still considered members of the palace, and their life and death should be decided by the prince."
"How ridiculous!" Baisui said angrily, "I've never heard of anyone marrying off their daughter to a dead person!"
Xiao Chenyan seemed to be also irritated. He suddenly coughed violently, and even the handkerchief could not cover the blood. There seemed to be fragments of internal organs in the blood.
His face turned blue and his eyes were closed. The guards beside him immediately stepped forward, exclaiming as they carried the man back to the palace.
Who would care about the wedding procession from the Shangshu Mansion?
In a panic, he still looked at the blue-shirted man who had a high status beside Xiao Chenyan and said anxiously: "Let's carry the lady in first. After all, it is a marriage arranged by the East Palace." After that, he also hurried into the mansion.
The bridal sedan and coffin were immediately carried into the palace.
The man in green walked through the corridor into the palace and turned through the moon gate. The atmosphere in the palace was tense all the way until he entered the study, where a wave of heat hit his face.
It was a July day and a brazier was burning in the study.
The man who had just fainted from coughing up blood was gargling. His face looked sick, but his eyes were sharp and deep.
His appearance is as graceful as a dragon and a phoenix, without any loss of grace.
"Your Highness's acting skills are so impressive that even the famous actors in Beijing would praise you as the Grandmaster." The man in green gave a thumbs up.
Xiao Chenyan pressed his lips with a handkerchief and glanced at the other person: "Stop talking nonsense."
Situ Jing, the aide, doctor and good friend, smiled, but his eyes turned cold:
"The news is true. Even if the coffin is not opened, I can still feel the aura."
"This old dog Yun Houxing is so reckless that he is willing to sacrifice his daughter's life just to curry favor with the Crown Prince. He is really reckless!"
"Two girls, one dead and one alive. I guess the living one will also take action. After all, to kill a living person, a blood relative must do it personally. After the other party dies with resentment, the blood of the person who did it will ignite the resentment and attract hundreds of ghosts."
Baisui came in with the medicine and choked him:
"Doctor Situ, can you do it? Can you get rid of those dirty things? Don't let your medical skills be like a half-filled pot of water making a jingle!"
"Who are you looking down on?" Situ Jing slammed the table and said, "If it weren't for me, the mysterious doctor, your prince would have been able to ride a horse and kill the enemy despite suffering from a cold for so many years?"
Knock knock knock.
The man tapped his fingertips on the table, and the two men, who were fighting like cocks, immediately fell silent.
Xiao Chenyan's eyes were gloomy: "Stop making noise, and do everything according to the plan."
"yes."
Situ Jing smiled and said, "The Tingxue Courtyard where Yun Yujiao lives is surrounded by people, and there are also people watching the coffin. When the time comes, we will catch them in the act!"
In the backyard of the palace, the coffin was standing alone.
No one knew that in the pitch-black coffin, the wooden spikes that nailed the woman's limbs seemed to be burned by fire and turned into black ash and disappeared.
The bloody hole on the woman's body gradually healed, and her eyes suddenly opened, deep and strange, her red lips curled slightly, and she laughed happily:
"I'm back, human."
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