"The Princess is dead!"

Nan Xuan's soul floating above the Battle-North Mansion, she looked blankly at her corpse. Only then she realized she was dead.

Dead on her wedding day.

She listened as the palace was filled with the sounds of drums and the blares of flutes, the people brimming with joy, oblivious to her corpse in the corner.

She was the only legitimate daughter of the Battle-North King, the princess proclaimed by the Emperor himself.

Yet, due to her tough childhood and time spent in the countryside before being brought back to the palace, her place was taken.

She had thought she would be cherished by her family, but who would've guessed, someone had taken her place, stole all the affection that should have been hers. Even though she was the real Battle-North Princess, the counterfeit daughter, Nan Mei'er, was the one marrying the prince.

Everyone was congratulating the bride, Nan Mei'er, on her wedding, on her being able to marry the charming, gentle and prince.

But her, the authentic daughter of Battle-North King, was ignominiously deceased within the mansion receiving no one's attention.

As the most gifted doctor in the Hundred Years of the Nine Provinces, that she should die of poisoning, how ironic!

Thinking of this, Nan Xuan could only feel resentment and hatred surging.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the courtyard. The first maidservant who discovered Nan Xuan's get demise was startled, and in her panic, ran into the Third prince, Nan Zhi Xing, who was heading to the drinking banquet.

"Third Prince!"

The maidservant, pale as snow, grabbed his sleeve for dear life: "Third Prince, it's terrible! The Second Miss... she's dead!"

Nan Zhi Xing flung her hand away in disgust, straightening his dark red robe, he sternly scolded: "If that accursed girl is dead, then so be it! Today is Mei'er's joyous day, are you trying to spoil it with your commotion?"

The wet nurse stared with disbelief, "Third Master, isn't the Second Miss your own younger sister?"

"What sister!"

Nan Zhixing frowned in disgust, "My only sister is Meier! That rural-bred country girl, crude and uncouth, has no right to call herself my sister, Nan Zhixing!"

Having said that, he turned back and ordered his attendants, "Find two people to throw away the body of that troublemaker. Remember, go out from the back door. Don't let anyone find out. Today is Meier's big day. Don't let that filth ruin her mood."

"Yes!"

"Wait," Nan Zhixing added, "Just throw it into the burial mound, if anyone asks, just say it's garbage from the royal kitchen."

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Nan Xuan's spirit shivered, and her heart spasmed.

This was her elder brother; her so-called kin.

Doting on Nan Meier who had no blood relation to him, yet treating her, his own sister, as a disgrace. Even in death, she was viewed as an annoyance, to be cast away like waste in a burial mound.

Why?

Was it her fault she was abandoned since childhood?

Was it her fault that she came back only to be ridiculed and humiliated by everyone?

She was clearly the victim, so why would everyone blame and resent her?

Nan Xuan bit her lip, a surge of resentment festering from within.

Her soul uncontrollably followed her own corpse to the Chaos Graveyard.

Her body, wrapped in a straw mat, revealed a pale face outside, weary and ghastly white.

"These people at the Prince of War's Manor really have no compassion. Despite being the legitimate daughter, she actually ended up like this."

"Get lost! What good are you? Talking all high and mighty, can you put your hand down from her waist?"

"Let's not kid ourselves, the second miss is really beautiful. Even in death, she's beautiful. Since she's dead, we might as well have some fun."

Upon hearing this, another servant exchanged a glance with him, and a lewd smile spread across their faces.

The servant smirked, his hand reaching to unbutton the clothing of Nan Xuan's corpse.

Nan Xuan, filled with anger, floated in front of the servant, her eyes a crimson shade: "Let go of me!"

She could not believe that even after death, she was not spared, with servants intending to desecrate her corpse!

Nan Xuan's eyes were filled with blood-red anger, her body enveloped in a layer of black resentment.

For the first time, she wished she could instantly turn into a vengeful ghost, to kill these two lewd and evil servants!

As she watched the wicked servant unbuttoning her clothes, Nan Xuan filled with resentment, rushed to strangle him.

Just then, a cold light flashed past.

Nan Xuan watched, her eyes wide open, as two heads flew before her eyes and rolled on the ground with eyes still open.

Shocked, she turned her head, only to see a man in a red robe, striding towards her against the wind.

The man held a blood-stained long sword in his hand, and his handsome face, god-like in its beauty, was pale to the point of looking a bit weak.

His sombre, deep-set phoenix eyes seemed to harbor a boundless coldness, chilling to the bone.

The mountain wind howled, blowing his demonically red robes, he looked strikingly enchanting.

His thin lips were tightly pursed; the moment he saw Nan Xuan's body, his jawline tensed into a straight line, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

"Xuan'er..." His voice was hoarse, his eyes bloodshot as he gingerly picked up Nan Xuan's horizontal body.

A tear fell onto the girl's pallid face, bringing with it a sense of desolate sorrow.

"Don't be scared, Xuan'er, I'm here to marry you."

Dumbstruck, Nan Xuan watched the scene unfold, her soul seemingly following the man against her will.

She saw him carry her body away from the chaotic burial ground, watched as he cradled her corpse into a private garden. She observed him bathing her gently, putting her in a crimson wedding dress and meticulously preparing her make-up.

Finally, he placed her corpse in a matching red coffin and performed the wedding ceremony with her lifeless body.

Nan Xuan was confounded.

She didn't understand why this man, who she had never met before, was so gentle with her.

Why was the look in his eyes so deeply affectionate, so melancholic?

She had never seen him before!

Yet after finishing the wedding ceremony with her corpse, the man got into the coffin and laid next to her lifeless body.

The man gently gazed at her pale lips, cautiously giving her a peck.

"Xuan'er, you're finally mine."

"From today, we are husband and wife. Forever, no one will separate us."

"Don't worry, those from the War North Prince's Mansion who hurt you, I've killed them all."

"Xuan'er, wait a bit, let me make the world accompany you in death, then I'll accompany you."

Listening outside the coffin, Nan Xuan's eyes widened in astonishment.

He... killed everyone in the War North Prince's Mansion?

The ones who abandoned her were her own kin, but this strange man avenged her by killing them all.

Was he planning to make the entire world join her in death?!

Nan Xuan floated before the man, urgently seeking answers, asking why he avenged her, why he treated her so well.

At that moment, she suddenly went blind, her soul plunging into darkness…

-

"Little Miss, don't be afraid, your brother is here to pamper you!"

When Nan Xuan opened her eyes again, she saw a scruffy-looking man standing in front of her, lasciviously grinning at her.

And her body was weak and powerless, she felt dizzy.

After just a second of hesitation, she came back to her senses.

This very scene, didn't it happen just when she returned to the Northern King's Mansion?

What's happening, could it be that time has reset?

Could she have... reincarnated?

Without enough time to sort out her thoughts, that lascivious brute undid his belt and lunged at Nan Xuan.

"Little beauty, let brother take good care of you!"