It was not yet completely light outside, and the air was filled with a cold and damp feeling. Lan Shuiyao looked around at her surroundings. The unfamiliar and obviously retro decorations made her feel as if she was in a dream, but she was sure that this was not a dream!

She sat up lazily, a strand of black hair blocking her eyes. She shook her head impatiently. The completely unfamiliar feeling made her narrow her sexy fox eyes.

This was not her body. The weakness and thinness of this body was in stark contrast to her previous body which was strong and flexible.

I stood up, my bare white feet standing on the cold ground, and I felt like a female ghost in the white clothes.

She frowned her pretty brows. If the weather wasn't so cold, she would never wear this white dress. She hated white and preferred bright colors.

The door was suddenly pushed open with a creak, and in the dim morning light, Lan Shuiyao met a pair of gray and turbid eyes.

“Ah!” a hoarse male voice sounded, and then the old man’s body fell out, and then he ran forward in a panic, shouting, “She’s resurrected, she’s resurrected, the third lady is resurrected!”

The third wife? Lan Shuiyao frowned coldly, twisted her black hair with her white jade fingers, and leaned lazily on the door. It turned out that the owner of this body was a concubine?

In the magnificently decorated hall of Yong'an Prince's Palace, an invisible pressure slowly radiated from the person in the main seat, making every servant in the hall silent and afraid to even breathe.

Breathing loudly.

"Slurp, slurp..." The extremely loud sound of drinking soup abruptly broke the silence in the hall.

All the servants lowered their heads, pursed their lips, and broke into cold sweats over the Third Madam who was curled up in a side chair and eating with gusto.

Messy hair, stained robe, normally a woman should give people a sloppy impression, but for some reason, these things look so elegant on that woman.

Even the movement of wolfing down the food seemed so delicate. The woman with long seaweed-like hair looked even wilder, and her small face, the size of a palm, made people feel pity for her from the bottom of their hearts.

Look, the maid took the large blue and white porcelain bowl handed to her in a daze, and then handed her a chicken leg in a daze.

"Who can tell me what's going on?" Yue Nanchen spoke coldly, his eyes emitting cold air as he swept coldly over everyone in the hall.

The housekeeper knelt on the ground with a thud, "Your Highness, I don't know why. The Third Madam was originally dead, but when the corpse collector came, he saw the Third Madam standing in the room in good health."

"Crunch, crunch..." The clear sound of biting food seemed to echo what the butler said. Yes, indeed, I am a living person, and I eat with great relish.

With a cold and impatient look in his eyes, Yue Nanchen sneered, "How ridiculous! How could he be resurrected from the dead? Did you see it wrong from the beginning?"

The housekeeper knelt on the ground and began to wipe his sweat. Did he really see it wrong?

He was kicked off the bed and died, but many people saw it and knew about it, so how could it be wrong?

But in just one night, the dead person was not only alive and well, but also seemed to have super powers. He would do whatever you said. Look, chicken soup and chicken legs were all prepared for her. The third lady had never received such treatment before!

"Clang, snap..." The sound of chicken bones being thrown on the table was accompanied by a hint of impatience.

Yue Nanchen turned and looked at her coldly.

Lan Shuiyao squinted lazily and tapped the table impatiently with her extremely white fingers. "Where are my shoes? Where are my clothes? Why aren't they ready yet? I need to take a shower and change my clothes. These clothes stink!"

As she spoke, she stretched out her pair of delicate jade feet from under her white robe, then retracted them as if she was afraid of the cold.

The maid who was serving beside her nodded hurriedly, put down the bowl and ran out.

"Where are you going?" A cold rebuke came from the mouth of the person in the main seat. The maid turned around and stood there in a daze, as if she had just come to her senses.

Lan Shuiyao glanced at him sideways, her charming fox eyes blinking, and her sweet voice gently entered his ears, "After all, I am your third wife, you won't even let me wear warm clothes, right?"

Yue Nanchen frowned and looked at her with his anxious black eyes. Is this Lan Shuiyao? The dull, silly-headed vase? Why did he feel something was different?

"Who are you?" he couldn't help asking.

"No way?"

The voice couldn't be more fake. She covered her lips in pretended surprise, blinking her charming fox eyes again and again, "It's only one night. The prince wouldn't even recognize his concubine, right?"

Yue Nanchen's eyes darkened, and he stood up suddenly, walked down from the main seat, strode to her, stretched out his big hand and fiercely pinched her slender neck, "Don't play any tricks, I just recognize my concubine, that's why I ask who you are!"

Her dark eyes were filled with amusement. Lan Shuiyao slowly raised her snow-white, slender fingers that looked like they were carved from white jade and lightly touched his wrist. Then, she moved her fingers downward along his wrist. Yue Nanchen only felt his arm go numb.

His big hand was easily moved away by him, "Master, please don't get excited. I've died once. My body is very fragile and can't withstand the strength of your big hand!"

Yue Nanchen was startled, and slowly narrowed his eyes. He felt angry at the suspiciously clear and innocent look in her bright eyes, and a cold light flashed quickly in his eyes.

Lan Shuiyao knows martial arts? How come he doesn't know? What is Lan Mu's purpose in placing her by his side?

"I'm tired, I'm going to rest first!" Lan Shuiyao threw a coquettish glance at the dazed Yue Nanchen, and with a sweet voice and a smile on her face, she twisted her slender waist and walked away in an extremely charming manner.

Just as he was about to catch up, he saw the servant running in hurriedly, "Sir, the Right Prime Minister is here, he's just outside the door!"

Yue Nanchen turned around and glared at the housekeeper, "You are really efficient!"

The housekeeper immediately broke out in a sweat and lay down

I didn't dare to get up from the ground.

"Please come in, Prime Minister!" Yue Nanchen shouted. It just so happened that he also wanted to see what Lan Mu was up to!

Lan Mu walked in with his back bent and a flattering smile on his face, following the servants.

"Your Highness, I heard that Yao'er has caused trouble for you?" He squinted his eyes and spoke with a flattering smile.

It turned out that the housekeeper only sent someone to the Lan Mansion to say that something happened to the Third Madam and asked the Prime Minister to come to the mansion. He did not say that Lan Shuiyao was kicked off the bed by the prince and died last night.

Yue Nanchen didn't say anything, but just looked at him silently, with an indifferent look in his eyes, neither fierce nor cruel, but for some reason it made people feel cold in their hearts.

Lan Mu unconsciously restrained his ingratiating smile, lowered his eyes, his heart beating wildly, and he dared not look at him again.

It seems that Yao'er must have gotten into trouble! Lan Mu cursed fiercely in his heart, and was about to apologize when he heard Yue Nanchen laugh softly, "No, it's just that the Prime Minister betrothed his daughter to me, and I haven't discussed it with the Prime Minister in detail, so I sent the housekeeper to invite her."

After hearing the gentle laughter, Lan Mu's mind suddenly flashed with the scene in which Yue Nanchen pulled out the enemy general's intestines with that weird smile.

Without even hearing clearly what Yue Nanchen said, he began to tremble all over, his eyes rolled back, foam came out of the mouth, and with a scream he fainted.

The housekeeper who was kneeling on the ground beside him crawled over, took a closer look, and whispered, "Master, he has an epilepsy!"