Chapter 2 The Temperamental Maniac
Ling Mei immediately denied it: "No...this servant didn't touch anything. The young master has just woken up from a serious illness, he must have seen wrong."
"Did you see wrong? Weren't you just sneaking around on me? Or were you trying to steal my body as a funerary offering?" Mu Xi put on a show of power, but didn't directly expose him.
Ling Mei showed no fear of being wronged by her superior: "No, how could this servant steal the prince's burial goods?"
"You won't admit it? How can I believe you?" In his desperation, the best solution Mu Xi could think of was to find a reason to detain Ling Mei first. "Unless you come back with me and have someone search you."
Upon hearing this, Lingmei not only remained calm but also laughed: "Your Highness is joking. I am a servant of Madam. Madam cannot be without me for a moment. If she does not see me in such a short time, she will probably send someone to look for me."
"Are you trying to use your wife to pressure me?" Mu Xi appeared calm on the surface, but was inwardly panicking.
The original owner was naturally low-key and quiet, and usually treated people with humility and politeness, always addressing them only as "you" and "I". Now she was using the pretentious self-reference of "this lord", but she still couldn't intimidate the other party, which showed that the servant had already "figured out" her identity.
If that's the case, it's really forcing her to shut up.
Mu Xi's heart pounded.
"How dare I?" Ling Mei said sarcastically, while preparing to slip away. "It's good news that the young master was able to be revived after being misdiagnosed. I'm sure the Lord and Lady don't know about it yet. I'll go and report to the two of you right away."
"No, you can't leave unless you can prove you didn't steal the burial goods." Mu Xi stretched out her arm to stop her.
Logically speaking, this body is now a head taller than Ling Mei, and having been raised as a prince since childhood, it should have learned some martial arts moves.
but……
Firstly, Ling Mei was born into a servant family, so he was physically strong and had plenty of brute force.
Secondly, the original owner of this body lived a pampered life, preferred quiet and inactive, and was actually weaker than the average woman.
When it comes to "combat strength"...
Mu Xi secretly compared the options and had no confidence whatsoever.
Not to mention that they are unlikely to be able to defeat Ling Mei, it is simply impossible to subdue and relocate her without alerting anyone.
"This servant really did not steal anything from the young master. I'm afraid the young master is trying to frame me. If that's the case, this servant can call someone to confront me right now..." Ling Mei was also good at reading people's expressions, and she slowly shuffled out of the mourning hall.
"Confrontation? What did you just touch?" Mu Xi panicked and lost her composure.
This question is tantamount to self-defeat.
"Let me handle this, I'll take care of her." The irritable man's voice rang out again.
Mu Xi had no time to spare and was also undecided.
Ling Mei readily admitted, "That's right, this servant knows everything."
"Let me do it, let me do it..." The more anxious Mu Xi became, the more the voice in her mind clamored.
Mu Xi gritted her teeth and approached Ling Mei, but she didn't know what to do with her hands and feet.
Ling Mei, feeling emboldened, looked towards the outside of the mourning hall: "Since the young master couldn't keep me here, Madam should be bringing people to look for me by now..."
"Let me do it, let me do it..." The voice in Mu Xi's head was so annoying that she decided to take a desperate gamble.
Unexpectedly, Mei suddenly felt a great sense of crisis: "Help! The young master has killed someone... The young master is a woman..."
Mu Xi rushed over and covered Ling Mei's mouth.
"Mmm..." Ling Mei's strength was greater than expected, and she pushed Mu Xi away instead. "Come on..."
Mu Xi turned over and grabbed Ling Mei again, knocking her down.
The two started fighting.
Mu Xi had no fighting experience whatsoever, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't suppress Ling Mei.
A frantic male voice echoed in his mind: "Back off, back off... I'll handle this, let me handle this, let me handle this..."
Ling Mei broke free and ran outside.
"Ah..." Mu Xi fell to the ground, bumped by a hard object.
Looking down, she realized that she still had a sword; she hadn't even thought of this weapon at hand.
The heir of the Jun family, after his death, was buried wearing a magnificent burial robe with gold thread, purple robes and yellow skirts, and a gold crown and jade belt.
He wore a sword on his left and a jade pendant on his right.
However, this outfit was elaborate, heavy, and cumbersome.
But with a sword, things are different.
Mu Xi drew her sword, intending to give chase.
Clang—
Just as he got up from the ground, he tripped again and fell down once more.
Seeing that Ling Mei was about to run out of the mourning hall, Mu Xi felt heartbroken and desperate.
Just as she was about to give up, a strange force suddenly pushed her backward.
Before he could even react to what was happening, his body leaped up with incredible elasticity, caught up with Ling Mei in a few strides, grabbed her by the back, and slammed her to the ground.
Ling Mei let out a muffled groan that caught in her throat.
Mu Xi clenched her right fist and swung it at Ling Mei's temple with a "bang".
"Ah..." Ling Mei's eyes cracked, staining half her face red.
Before she could dodge, Mu Xi quickly followed up with several more kicks.
Unable to get up, Ling Mei curled up and hid, enduring several kicks before finally catching her breath and shouting, "Murder! World..."
Mu Xi's hands gripped Ling Mei's neck tightly.
"Waaah..." Ling Mei tried desperately to pry Mu Xi's hands off, but this time she couldn't break free no matter what she did.
Everything happened too fast, in the blink of an eye.
It wasn't until the veins on her hands, which were gripping Ling Mei's neck, bulged that Mu Xi realized what she had done.
The body was originally that of a slender and delicate woman, so how did it suddenly transform into an incredibly strong and violent maniac?
This feeling was both unfamiliar and strange.
Just as she was filled with doubt and surprise, Ling Mei gradually stopped moving.
Is this tantamount to killing someone with your own hands?
Mu Xi was startled and instinctively let go.
But my hands wouldn't obey my commands.
The male voice in my head was full of malice: "Isn't your goal to kill her?"
"I was just thinking, I didn't really mean to kill anyone." Thinking is one thing, actually doing it is another. Mu Xi finally realized that her body was under the control of the irritable male voice, "Who are you? Let go, you're going to strangle me to death."
His angry voice contained a hint of pleasure as he continued to strangle her: "I've already said it, if I don't kill her to silence her, do you expect me to keep her alive to expose your identity?"
Mu Xi hesitated, but after all, it was murder, and she couldn't bear to do it: "Just knock her out, we can think of another way."
The angry voice grew increasingly vicious: "She deserves to die."
"No... she can't move anymore..." Mu Xi seemed to be fighting against an invisible force, but it was also as if she was fighting against herself.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the mourning hall.
"Brother?" A gentle yet shocked male voice followed, "Brother... how did you wake up?"
Mu Xi panicked and turned around sharply.
With a quick scare, he let go of her hands.
"This...this is..." The man in white was even more shocked and speechless when he saw what was happening.
Mu Xi realized that she had regained control of her body and recognized the man in white as the original owner's younger brother—Mu Xun, the second young master of the Duke's mansion—the biggest beneficiary of the "fake death medicine".
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