Mount Nanyue, Jingwangfu, night.

A cool summer breeze rustled the white cloth draped over the spirit altar. The faint flames flickered in the wind, carrying a chill and a somber air.

On both sides of the spirit hall, servants in mourning clothes knelt down. The steward's eyes were red and swollen from crying, as he ordered people to nail the coffin shut. The burial was scheduled for tomorrow.

A double coffin, with a man and two corpses lying side by side.

The man on the left had a face that was chiseled like a knife, extremely handsome, but his pale face was pitch black.

On the right, a figure with heavy makeup sleeps soundly. Jade-like hands are tied together and laid out in front.

The sound of hammering into a coffin reverberated endlessly.

Suddenly, Zi opened his eyes, a flicker of surprise flashing in his gaze.

Plane crash, miraculously no deaths?

Just then, a new memory suddenly surged into my mind.

After a moment, Si Ye Yun's eyes held a hint of mockery.

While other people's transmigration tales involve becoming empresses, princesses, or beloved consorts.

...but she herself was a sacrificial concubine.

And lying beside him was the one he was going to be buried with, King Jing of Xuan - Xuanyuan Jing.

Half a month ago, King Jing was poisoned. Despite day and night care from the doctors, King Jing gradually died.

As the Emperor felt pity for Prince Jing, who remained unmarried and died alone in his grave, he quickly arranged a marriage for him despite his imminent demise. However, the chosen bride had to be of noble standing, worthy of the prince's status.

>Whoever offers their child will surely have a boundless future.

It is well-known throughout the court that King Jing will surely die, and no one would marry their own daughter to him to be buried with him.

After much persuasion, the Minister of Criminal Justice, Si Zhi Cai, finally remembered that his deceased wife had a son who was being raised in an estate outside the city.

Although this child was foolish from a young age and had a palm-sized birthmark on his face that was ugly, after putting on makeup, it could be concealed.

Moreover, as the prince's legitimate son and heir apparent, he would never disgrace King Jing in terms of lineage.

In exchange for the honor and wealth of the Si family, I am willing to give up my beloved son.

Si Zhicai without hesitation pushed the child out.

Just like that, Si Ye Yun, who was still farming in the estate, was kidnapped by his family members. They took him away under the cover of night and sent him to Jing Wangfu. He ended up lying side by side with Jing Wang in a coffin. As for the matter of the imperial jade disc, they also dealt with it that very night, fearing that Si's family would go back on their word.

But outsiders didn't know that, in order to prevent any trouble, the Si family had specially given everyone who attended a large amount of mystery medicine.

An excess of the mysterious medicine caused the original Si Ye Yun to die. Now, waking up is the top military doctor from modern times, Si Ye Yun.

After organizing his thoughts, Si Ye Yun began to think of ways to leave. After all, once the coffin was nailed shut, the air inside would become increasingly stale.

Even if I survive, I'd rather die here.

His hands and feet were bound, though the simple knots couldn't hold him. He broke free in a few moves.

This coffin cannot be pushed open.

Because Si Ye Yun knew clearly that even if he pushed open the coffin now, it would only result in more people coming out to capture him and knock unconscious another companion for burial.

In ancient times, there were no human rights. The only way to survive was if Xuan Yuan Jing was still alive.

Even though he knew the chances were slim, Si Ye Yun had to give it a try.

The coffin was small and dark, but thankfully there were burial goods inside - a night pearl.

...was held in Xuanyuan Jing's hand.

Si Ye Yun pried open his icy fingers, taking the night pearl and using its faint light to examine Xuan Yuan Jing's face.

It is indeed poisoning, and the poison used is bai ri san.

This poison has a very peculiar feature: after ninety days, it will cause a false death.

If no one rescues him, he will return to his reflection on the hundredth day, but by that day, medicine and stones are useless.

If an ordinary person is buried quickly, on the 100th day, that person will suffocate in the coffin.

As for torture, this Hundred-Day Scattering can be ranked among the top ten most bizarrely poisonous substances.

Si Ye Yun checked Huang Yuan Jing's eyes and nose, her heart relaxed. Thankfully it hadn't been a hundred days yet, there was still hope.

He tapped on the coffin, reminding those diligently nailing it shut above him.

"The coffin is open, your lord hasn't died yet!"

Those hammering the coffin paused for a moment, then pretended not to hear and continued hammering.

The princess must be afraid and want to find an excuse to get away.

But they aren't fools, if the princess truly escaped, they would be dead too.

So the coffin was hammered together faster, afraid the princess might escape from inside.

Si Ye Yun frowned, these people don't seem to care about their king at all.

Shouldn't he be killed?

Just as Si Ye Yun was thinking, she heard someone outside the coffin softly plead with her not to blame them.

They had no choice, they couldn't let the princess leave.

Si Ye Yun understood, though he felt anger within, he also knew the emperor's decree was difficult to disobey, and they couldn't resist.

Seeing things have come to this, there's no other choice but to let Xuanyuan Jing wake up and speak for himself.

If one has silver needles, they can temporarily awaken Xuan Yuan Jing.

But now, even in the coffin, the clothes are new. How could they possibly have silver needles?

As Si Ye Yun was smiling wryly, a silver needle box suddenly appeared in his hand.

Um?

Where did this come from?

A flash of suspicion crossed Si Ye Yun's eyes. As he concentrated, a huge space appeared on his face.

Inside were all sorts of medicines, with countless Chinese herbal medicines as well.

Si Ye Yun's heart filled with delight. After crossing over, she even received such a good gift! It seemed that Heaven was kind to her.

In a corner of the space, there are a few hand lamps, try to turn on that lamp.

The coffin suddenly shone as bright as day, and Xuanyuan Jing's appearance was clearly visible before Si Ye Yun.

The air gradually thinned, and Si Ye Yun hurriedly gathered his mind. He took out his silver needles and untied Xuan Yuan Jing's clothes, revealing his strong physique.

He had no time to look at the scene, but instead carefully placed silver needles on his acupuncture points.

The tip of the Eleven Silver Needles is slightly sharp. This is a unique technique of the Si family, and it can only be used on those who are near death.

Soon, beads of sweat appeared on Si Ye Yun's forehead. This was mentally taxing, and coupled with his current weakened state, he became breathless after just a short while.

When the time came, Si Ye Yun retracted the silver needles and put everything back in her space. She also switched off her hand lamp.

Patiently waiting for Xuanyuan Jing to wake up.

He waited for a full hour, but saw no sign of the person beside him regaining consciousness. Si Ye Yun felt very strange. The doctor's skills were absolutely impeccable, so the problem must be with Xuan Yuan Jing.

Holding up the night pearl, she shone it directly onto Xuan Yuan Jing's face.

The space in the coffin was so small that Si Ye Yun was practically lying on top of Xuan Yuan Jing, taking a close look at him.

It's truly beautiful. Thankfully, I didn't travel through time, otherwise, it would have been a short and tragic life.

Si Ye Yun was sighing deeply when suddenly he met a pair of profound eyes. The depths of those eyes held a hint of sharpness and scrutiny.

Even without a word spoken, Si Yeyun could sense the other person's impatience.

Those standing nearby, I'm afraid they would have already been terrified into wetting themselves by this gaze.

But Si Ye Yun was incredibly nonchalant, flashing him a wide grin. "Your Highness King Jing, it's nice to meet you. I'm your burial consort."