Riverly Purple Mist walked through the garden with Crescent Moon and the wet nurse and returned to the Fragrance-gathering House along the route in her memory.

The Fragrance-gathering House, which had been abandoned for five years, had been cleaned up simply three days ago. They barely had a place to stay. Now that they were back here, it was better than staying outside.

Chun Hua and Qiu Yue returned to the yard of the second miss of the Fragrance House, Jiang Zichu. They entered the door and cried loudly, "Miss, it's amazing. The jinx came up in one breath. He's alive again!" The two of them shouted as they entered Jiang Zichu's bedroom.

Jiang Zichu had sent the two maids to the backyard to look for the bad luck of Crescent Moon and the wet nurse, Madam Le. When he saw the two of them in such a sorry state, he frowned deeply.

"Shut up. What happened? Hurry up and tell us." Jiang Liuchu's face was dark and his gaze was sinister. The two maids were so frightened that they trembled and knelt on the ground.

"That... that good-for-nothing swept the stars over, we... we were beaten up." It was unknown whether it was because of the fear of Jiang Liuchu, or because of the threat of Jiang Ziyan just now, the two servant girls were at a loss for words, and their voices were trembling.

Jiang Liuchu was stunned. At that time, she was clearly dead and had fallen into the coffin. How could she come back to life again? What shocked her even more was that Jiang Ziyan usually didn't even speak a harsh word and didn't even hurt an ant. How could she possibly hit someone?

"Impossible, you've seen a ghost, haven't you?" Jiang Zichu was directly eliminated.

"It's true, Miss. We saw the broom jump out of the coffin with our own eyes and beat us." The two servant girls calmed down.

"That's even more impossible. How could such a good-for-nothing beat you up like this?" Ever since King Chu had gone west, Jiang Qichu had sent people to the State Shield Temple to investigate Jiang Ziyan. He only relaxed when he learned that Jiang Ziyan had not done anything other than chanting scriptures and paying respects to Buddha every day.

He had thought that as long as Jiang Ziyan was in the State Shield Temple, he would be Consort Chu after King Chu won. After all, the imperial edict that granted the marriage only said that she was the legitimate daughter of the Jiang family and did not write down Jiang Ziyan's name.

Unexpectedly, Riverly Purple Mist suddenly came back from the Lord Protector's Manor. Seeing that her dream was about to be ruined, she used some means to kill Riverly Purple Mist.

Could it be that Riverly Purple Mist was born with a phoenix's fate and could not be protected by the heavens? No, she did not believe in fate. As long as Riverly Purple Mist died, everything of Riverly Purple Mist would belong to her.

Riverly Purple Mist soaked in cold water. After lying in the cold coffin for so long, she began to have a fever. She closed her eyes and fell asleep. In her sleep, she returned to her own small consulting room and looked at everything she was familiar with as if it had been a lifetime ago.

It seemed that someone had put something cold on her forehead. When she woke up, it was crescent who used a cold towel to apply it on her forehead. When she saw Riverly Purple Mist open her eyes, Crescent Moon said, "Miss, you are very hot now. What should we do?"

Riverly Purple Mist felt that her bones were aching. She was sure that she had a fever. She was a doctor, but there was no medicine to relieve her fever.

"If only my small consulting room is here. There are all kinds of drugs and medical equipment inside." Thinking of this, the small consulting room appeared in front of her.

Riverly Purple Mist thought it was an illusion. She rubbed her eyes and found that the small clinic was still there, but she didn't find anything unusual in her busy look.

Riverly Purple Mist tried, but she could easily get the things in the small consulting room through her mind.

It turned out that the small consulting room was in his mind.

"The crescent moon, go and see if the wet nurse has finished cooking." Riverly Purple Mist ordered her to prepare cold water to apply the crescent moon on her forehead.

The crescent moon put down the basin and said, "Yes."

He injected himself with medicine for the fever, took a few pills, and held them in his hand. Then, the small consulting room disappeared.

Looking at the pill in his hand, he was sure that the small consulting room really time-traveled to this alien world with him.

What happened tonight was beyond her knowledge. She was a god-less scientist. In the modern world, she used to scoff at people's promotion of knowledge and knowledge. Until tonight, she borrowed the body of the original sovereign to be reborn and began to doubt her previous knowledge and knowledge. The appearance of the small consulting room had overturned her previous understanding.

Perhaps there was nothing impossible in the world.

After taking the medicine, Riverly Purple Mist fell asleep again. Crescent Moon and the wet nurse stayed in front of the bed and kept applying cold water to Riverly Purple Mist's forehead.

After waking up, all the discomfort from last night disappeared. The wet nurse arranged the food in the outer room and went into the bedroom.

Seeing Riverly Purple Mist wake up, the wet nurse stepped forward and put the back of her hand on Riverly Purple Mist's forehead. She smiled and said, "It was very hot last night and I didn't call a doctor. It's really Buddha's blessing that I can get rid of the fever now. Let's have breakfast in the outer room."

The wet nurse helped Jiang Ziyan put on her clothes, and then insisted on helping her to the outer room.

" wet nurse, why isn't the crescent moon here?" Riverly Purple Mist took the handkerchief from Ma'am Le and asked casually.

The wet nurse, Madam Le, moved the bowl and chopsticks in front of Riverly Purple Mist and said, "Mrs. Sun from Old Grandma's courtyard is here. The crescent moon is talking to her at the door."

The Old Grandma mentioned by the wet nurse, Madam Le, was Jiang Ziyan's grandmother. Jiang Ziyan had been ill since she was a child, but she had never come out of the concocted Fragrance Garden. She rarely saw the Old Madam. These days when she returned to the mansion, the Old Madam was not feeling well. So far, she had not seen the mysterious Old Madam.

There were only a plate of green vegetables and a bowl of rice porridge for each person.

In the past few days when she returned to the mansion, her daily life was not as rich as that of the Lord Protector's Manor. Jiang Ziyan's eyes flashed with coldness. This was the treatment of the legitimate daughter of the Jiang family.

After a while, the crescent moon ran in like a gust of wind.

"Miss, just now my mother told me that Madam Dowager was in good spirits today. She asked me to go over and pay respects to Madam Dowager," said Crescent Moon as she sat down and drank the porridge.

On the day they returned home, Minister Jiang and his wife, Mrs. Guo, had brought their daughter, Jiang Zichu, to attend the banquet. The Old Madam claimed that she was gravely ill. The few concubines had hidden themselves and did not show themselves.

Riverly Purple Mist snorted. This was what she had done last night to attract the attention of the mansion. The original owner had been living on his own. Well, since she had taken over the original owner's body, she would replace the original owner and the house to have a meeting with ghosts and ghosts for a while.

Madam Le, the wet nurse, was in the front, and the crescent moon was in the back. The three of them walked all the way to the Lucky Garden.

The servants they saw along the way were busy with their own business. They passed by a fish pond, bypassed a small garden, and finally arrived at the Lucky Garden where Old Grandma lived.

A decent maid put on a gauze curtain in advance and waited. The maids and older female servants of each courtyard stood in the courtyard. It seemed that all the concubines and sisters of each courtyard had arrived.

The wet nurse and the crescent moon stood outside the door. Jiang Ziyan entered the door and saw an elegant old lady leading the way. Her white hair was decorated with a rich gold and jade head. At first glance, one could tell that she was very heavy. She had a cane made of fine wood in her hand, which was inlaid with a piece of top-grade white jade.

This was the old madam of the Minister's Mansion, Minister Jiang's mother, Mrs. Jiang.

Sitting next to the old lady was a middle-aged man in his forties. He looked gentle and elegant, and his figure was slender. From time to time, there was a hint of scheming in his eyes. He wore a brown robe, with silver threads embroidered on his collar, cuffs, and waist.

This was the original owner's father, Jiang Yi City. He'd been born in cloth clothing. When he'd been young, he'd relied on his talent and knowledge to become the number one scholar. He'd also married two powerful madams of the Ye and Guo families. Add to that the fact that he'd gotten along well with others, he'd been promoted to the position of Minister of Rites and become a second rank official in court.

A woman in her thirties was sitting next to Jiang Yi City. She had heavy makeup on, and her eyes were faintly cold and ruthless.

This was the current matriarch of the Jiang manor, Mrs. Guo. Her father was the Grand Secretariat of the current dynasty.