Chu Ruoshuang was awakened by shaking in a daze.

The sound of the suona outside suddenly rose in pitch, almost splitting my ears. I snapped open my eyes to find myself lying in a narrow, enclosed space. My hands were nowhere to be seen. Instinctively, I felt my breath catch in my throat.

Remember, on the way home from work after finishing the experiment, I was shot dead by an assassin sent by a competitor. Now, am I in the afterlife? Am I being sent off with a funeral procession and someone playing a trumpet?

"Oh, my lady, you just left like this? What will I do in the future?"

I inexplicably feel that the sound is soothing.

A tearing headache came, and a piece of unbelonging memory flooded into his mind like madness.

Chu Ruoshuang, the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's family, had always been bullied. Even her own father ignored her because she was overweight and unattractive, even frowning and looking disgusted whenever he saw her.

My mother was the daughter of the Duke of Pei. Because she didn't know how to judge people, she married my father, Chu Renli. However, after marrying my mother, Chu Renli found that the Duke of Pei wasn't giving him anything good and began to neglect her. He never went to see her again until he died.

After Chu Renzhi later married his concubine as his main wife, Chu Rusuang's life, which was already difficult, became even worse. She even had problems with her food, clothing, and shelter.

Just a few days ago, the younger sister Chu Qiu was fetching water and as a result, Chu Ru Shuang's hands were too clumsy. A pot of hot tea was spilled onto Chu Qiu's fair jade hand.

He was immediately taken to the shed and tortured. They burned his mouth with hot iron, and he was actually burned alive.

After the father returned, both mother and son only said that Chu Ruo-shuang was weak and died of illness. After all, she was the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, so she was buried well, and the matter passed.

Having sorted out my thoughts and listening to the cries from outside, I realized that this wasn't a journey, but a rebirth!

If I said now that I'm lying in a coffin, wouldn't get buried alive if I don't perform later.

Thinking of this, he hurried to strike the coffin lid.

"I'm not dead yet, let me out!"

It seemed that those outside were aware of the stillness within the coffin, so startled they loosened their grip. The coffin thudded heavily to the ground, and Chu Ruoshuang's head struck the top directly.

In pain, she gasped and started pounding on the coffin again, "I'm not dead, let me out!"

"Playing possum, playing possum!"

The pallbearers cried out in terror, everyone kept a safe distance, afraid that something from the coffin might hurt them.

"Miss, miss, you're not dead, are you? I just knew you wouldn't leave me, Ai-er, alone." The maid in a plain dress cried as she threw herself onto the girl, urgently shouting to the others, "Quickly open the coffin! The miss is not dead!"

"What a pain, this guy is crazy! I should have never taken this job."

"This daughter of the prime minister's family must have harbored resentment, even in death she refuses to leave."

A crowd buzzed with chatter, but no one stepped forward to help open the coffin.

There's nothing left inside.

"It probably won't be a big deal, I've taken the job anyway. Let's bury it first and see what happens," the old man who was playing the trumpet said with a sigh.

This daughter of the prime minister's household, I’m afraid, is also a pitiful one.

"Bang!"

The coffin suddenly let out a deafening roar. When everyone came to their senses, they realized the coffin lid had been kicked to pieces by the person inside... or rather, by Chu Ruisuang, who was no longer sure if she was human or ghost.

"Ah! He's faking his death, run!"

When others saw the coffin being kicked to pieces, they were so frightened that they all ran away. Only the maidservant, Ang'er, rushed forward while wiping her tears with one hand and crying loudly with the other.

"Miss... Miss, are you really... alive? That's wonderful."

Chu Ruoshuang looked at Yang'er with disdain as she rubbed her nose against... no, on the longevity robe.

If it weren't for the fact that I had just applied the corrosive medicine to the coffin, I probably wouldn't have been able to get out.

I didn't expect to be able to get modern medicine through consciousness!

Thinking about the memory that just popped into my head, anger burned fiercely in my heart!

Chu Ruoshuang, since I'm alive thanks to you, I will get back all the wrongs done to you from those people!

Revenge is a dish best served cold! I will not let anyone off the hook!

"Come back home, Ang'er!"

Lán Chénzhó fixed his gaze with a cold, emotionless face. A flash of icy light erupted in his eyes, and the corner of his lips curled into a dangerous, predatory smirk.

This time, Chu Ruxu will not allow others to bully her.

Prime Minister's Mansion

A girl with a faint blush on her face sat on a small stool. She wore a light-colored, wide sleeve shirt embroidered with some green vines. Her long, black hair as smooth as silk was gently pulled up and adorned with a cherry blossom hairpin. She truly looked like a noblewoman from a wealthy family.

"Mother, that Chu Ruoshuang is dead. She won't bother us anymore." The seemingly innocent Zi had a cruel glint in her eyes as she chuckled softly.

"Autumn, everything in this household belongs to just the two of us, mother and son. After your father has you betrothed to a wealthy nobleman's son, your life will be one of prosperity and luxury."

A man who looked to be in his middle years sat opposite me. Although she was a mother, one could still see her pitiful appearance.

Chu Qiu again, with annoyance, took a handkerchief to cover her face. "Mother... you just like to tease me."

"Madam... Madam, something's wrong! The funeral attendants have returned and reported that the young miss... faked her death!" A small servant stumbled in from outside.

The mistress's face changed slightly. It was unbelievable that someone could feign death, she feared it might be true—that the person hadn't died and was merely suffocating in the coffin!

Chu Qiu stood up, gave his mother a look, then faintly said to the maidservant: "You may go now."

After the maidservant retreated, Chu Qiu's face showed a hint of panic. "Mother, faking death... how could such a thing happen."

The mistress let out a cold hum, "A little wretch, what big waves can he make? Even if he doesn't die, when he comes back, he'll have to die again."

Chu Qiu heard her mother's words and finally felt a little relieved. That made sense, after all, for so many years Chu Ruoshuang had always obeyed her every word. Even if she hadn't died, she wouldn't be able to enter.

But... I clearly saw Chu Ruoshuang die.

Last time he tricked me into going to the forest where wolves were hiding, but he miraculously came back safe and sound. What a lucky bastard!

"Is that so?"

A dull thud sounded, followed by the splintering of wood as the door was kicked in. Dust from outside flew into the room with a vengeance, landing on the two people who were speaking.

She was followed by a group of maidservants, but they did not dare to approach.

The guard at the gate just tried to stop him, but was kicked two meters away with a single kick. With just a slight flick of his sleeve, everyone who came close fell unconscious on the ground!

"What did I just hear? Come back to life again?" Chu Ruoshuang raised an eyebrow, striding confidently before Chu Qiu and his companion. Her eyes brimmed with mockery as she held the sword she had just snatched from a servant across Chu Qiu's fair neck.