"I know, I know!" Qianhun said, throwing a wink to Yue Nanchen, and then he disappeared, and his excited voice came from afar, "I'll be back soon!"

Yue Nanchen frowned coldly, looked back at the tightly closed door, frowned unhappily, and strode away.

Not far away, a beautiful woman in yellow stood coldly in the cool moonlight, looking at the man's back thoughtfully.

"Your Majesty, the prince has been in close contact with that woman these days. If he continues like this, I'm afraid..." Ningxiang spoke softly behind her.

"This woman is really lucky. She wanted to use the prince's hand to get rid of the dumbest one, but she didn't expect that it would turn out to be a blessing in disguise! But this woman is simple-minded and timid, she will never amount to anything!" Jiang Cheng said coldly.

"Your Majesty, that was in the past. I heard that the woman has changed since the incident that night. It seems that she has mastered some kind of soul-stealing technique. Cherry was fooled by her and gave her your chicken soup!" Ningxiang said worriedly.

"Do you believe what that girl Cherry said? I think she is just being cowardly and is just trying to take advantage of you!" Jiang Cheng's face showed a sinister look.

"But there is something strange about her resurrection. Didn't the queen see her being dragged out of the master's room by the housekeeper that day?" Ningxiang spoke cautiously.

Jiang Cheng frowned. That night... was indeed quite strange. That weird laughter... what happened? Neither she nor Die Wu saw it.

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After a while, the housekeeper came in and dragged the woman out. She was afraid that the master would find her, but she was motionless from a distance. Later, the housekeeper said that the woman was dead and asked someone to collect the body the next day, but she didn't expect...

"Ningxiang, let's go meet this woman. I want to see what her soul-stealing skills are like!" Jiang Cheng said coldly. He led Ningxiang forward and kicked open Lan Shuiyao's door.

The door was kicked open and then bounced back violently with a loud noise.

She suddenly opened her eyes, her dark pupils filled with impatience and boredom. Will this man ever stop?

However, Lan Shuiyao, who grew up in an orphanage and then was able to make a name for herself and endure all the hardships in the world, has long understood the fundamentals of being a human being. She will never use her hands when she can use her mouth, and will never use her mouth when she needs to take action.

Jiang Cheng stood coldly at the door, the flickering candlelight made her serious face look particularly gloomy.

The woman came in uninvited, and stood beside the round stool with a frown on her face. Ningxiang followed in and wiped her carefully. She then sat down with half of her butt raised, tidied her clothes elegantly, and then stared coldly at Shuiyao who was lying on the bed.

It was indeed unusual. In the past, when this woman saw her, she would kneel down from a distance, lower her eyes and brows, and look extremely respectful.

Now - she would not mistake the coquettishness and disdain in her eyes. If she had not heard about it a long time ago, she would never have connected this charming woman with the dull, rigid, and cowardly Lan Shuiyao.

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"How dare you! Don't you consider your status? Why don't you kneel down to greet the mistress of the house?" Ningxiang, who was taking advantage of her power, shouted loudly.

The arrogance and domineering tone in Ningxiang's voice made Lan Shuiyao raise her delicate eyebrows. She suddenly smiled, a smile that was unusually beautiful, yet strongly arrogant.

"Mistress of the house?" She lay comfortably on the bed and stretched lazily, revealing her fair and tender arms, which shone with a moist and beautiful light:

"I just finished serving you. I'm naked and can't get up. Besides, you told me to lie down and rest. Excuse me, who is more senior, you or me, the pig mistress?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Jiang Cheng's face darkened, and all the elegance and nobility she had just shown disappeared. Her body trembled slightly, and she couldn't believe the fact that Lan Shuiyao had "served" Yue Nanchen.

She had been in the mansion for three years and had only seen Yue Nanchen a few times. How could this concubine who had only been in the mansion for a few days...

Everyone knows that Lan Mu is uneducated and obtained the position of prime minister through nepotism. In the court, the left prime minister Jiang Yan and the right prime minister Lan Mu have different political views.

At that time, Lan Shuiyao entered the palace as a concubine, and Jiang Yan severely humiliated Lan Mu in the court. But now... if people knew that she, the legitimate princess, had been a virgin for three years after entering the palace, but a concubine got the upper hand...

Jiang Cheng closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and tried to sort out his chaotic thoughts and make the most rational judgment, but it was a fact that the prince had just left here, and Lan Shuiyao was naked.

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"Empress...what's wrong with you?" Ningxiang asked worriedly when she saw that she looked not well.

Jiang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, and his deep voice was filled with a kind of hidden hatred, "Lan Shuiyao, do you want to use the prince to pressure me?"

Lan Shuiyao glanced at her lightly. She had seen too many jealous women, and the hatred that burst out from the bottom of their hearts was often taken advantage of by her.

She slowly sat up and looked directly into Jiang Cheng's red eyes. A dreamy voice escaped from her pink lips, "The person you should hate is the prince. The prince said it himself. He said you are old and ugly and he doesn't like you. If you want to hate someone, go hate the prince!"

Jiang Cheng's eyes, filled with hatred, lost their luster in an instant. She moved her lips gently, following Lan Shuiyao, reciting word for word, "I hate the prince, I hate the prince, I hate the prince..."

"Okay, then go ahead and settle the score with him!" Lan Shuiyao smiled seductively, raised her fair wrist and snapped her fingers.

Jiang Cheng suddenly stood up from the round stool, his eyes were red, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit, and turned around and walked out.

"Empress? What's wrong with you, Your Majesty? Tell me, what did you do to Your Majesty?" Ningxiang turned around and walked forward, wanting to grab Lan Shuiyao fiercely.

A few minutes later, the usually peaceful Yongnan Palace was in chaos. Princess Jiang Cheng of Yongnan seemed to be crazy, biting and beating anyone she saw.

She kept shouting, "I hate you, Yue Nanchen!" and her maid Ningxiang rushed to

He slapped her hard in the face in front of her.

And he said in a domineering tone, "I'll beat you to death, you little bitch. You only know how to eat and eat, and you can't even do such a simple thing!" That expression and that temperament were just like a second Jiang Cheng.

Yue Nanchen stood aside, watching all this coldly.

"Master, what should we do?" The butler said tremblingly, "Is the princess..." crazy? He really didn't dare to say the word.

Yue Nanchen turned his head and looked coldly at the backyard, as if strange things had always happened in the palace since that night. Lan Shuiyao, this woman, was of no ordinary background!

"Lock them up, and let them out when they wake up!" He spoke coldly and took a step slowly. This woman Jiang Cheng relied on her father being the prime minister to bully others in the mansion for a long time. It would be good for her to taste the bitter fruit.

After the housekeeper had settled everything, he wandered outside the study door for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help it and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" he said lightly. Yue Nanchen was flipping through a book and when he saw him come in, he didn't even raise his head.

"Master, don't you feel that strange things have been happening in the mansion recently? Ever since the Third Madam..." The butler paused and dared not continue, because he clearly saw the master's fingers tremble slightly on the page of the book.

As the steward of Yongnan Palace for more than ten years, he watched Yue Nanchen grow up and naturally knew the meaning of some small actions.

"Fulu, do you believe in resurrection?" Finally, the pages of the book turned again, and the butler breathed a sigh of relief.