The bustling streets were filled with activity, but the capital city presented a peaceful scene. A magnificent mansion stood proudly amidst it all, solemn and imposing!

"You don't deserve to marry into the Duke's mansion! Go die!"

A venomous shout rang out, and a white figure from the attic of the Xiangfu Estate plummeted down, landing directly on the fake mountain.

"Ah!!"

"Miss…"

After two shrill and terrifying screams, the entire Xiangfu mansion was thrown into chaos as if boiling water!

……

The atmosphere in the bedroom felt unusually heavy.

On the sandalwood bed lay a young man with a pale face. A white cloth was wrapped around his forehead, and a large red mark could still be seen. This was Meng Xuexuan, the fourth son of Prime Minister Meng.

The person is in a coma.

"Doctor Zhou, how is Xiao doing?" Seeing the doctor feel his pulse and then retract his hand, a middle-aged man couldn't help but ask anxiously.

Oh...

With a long sigh, Dr. Zhou stood up and bowed to the middle-aged man. “Sir, I'm afraid my strength has failed me. Let's prepare for your funeral.”

"What did you say?!"

With a bellow, the middle-aged man's voice shook the room, and all the children instantly fell to their knees!

"Master, please calm down!"

"Father, spare me!"

Two terrified voices trembled as they addressed this cold man, kneeling on the icy ground, shivering uncontrollably.

These two people were exactly Madam Fu, the wife of Xiang Ye, and Miss Meng Hanhui. It was these two who had an argument with Meng Xuexuan on the attic in the backyard, which caused them to fall inexplicably from the attic and bump into the artificial mountain.

"Wrath? Spare my life?" Lord Meng angrily strode toward them two years ago, slapping one man across the face and saying: "How can I be pacified? The Emperor just decreed that Princess Xuan should be betrothed to Prince Han, and you create this mess for me! Do you know what grave consequences this will bring? In the past, I turned a blind eye, but now, you have brought about disaster!"

The Grand Minister Meng was furious and kicked each of them. Meng Xuexuan was the son born from a mission sent by the former emperor to a foreign country to intermarry with an alien race. His mother unfortunately died after childbirth, leaving him with no choice but to bring him back and raise him.

Perhaps inheriting the blood of an exotic race, Meng Xuexuan grew more and more exquisite with age, her beautiful face attracting the attention of princes and nobles who vied for her affection.

The Emperor learned of this and specially decreed that it be bestowed upon the Prince, Han.

However, this boy has always been timid and meek. His mother often bullied him, even calling him a bastard she brought home from outside.

He can't keep watching them all the time. After he warned them, they became even more brazen.

Now that he is dead, what can he do?!

A sound of wailing and sobbing filled the room instantly. Mrs. Fu knelt down, hugging Meng Wenfu tightly, tearfully begging for mercy. But both mother and daughter had a look in their eyes, as if they were smiling faintly, staring at the bed. Dead? Even better! They had long wanted to die earlier. This way, it would be Meng Hanhui who married King Han.

The girls in the house also burst into tears...

Among them, crying unusually loudly, shaking the earth, only to see Meng Xuexuan's maidservant kneeling in front of the bed, tears like a dam that had broken through, unable to stop.

"Miss! Miss! Wake up... How could you just leave Wan'er all by herself? ... Waaaaaaaaah..."

Ouch!

Who's still so noisy in my ear, can you please quiet down! I wouldn't even have peace in death?!

Meng Xuexuan wanted to close her eyes and take a good rest, because she had a terrible headache. It was rare, but there was a group of people making noise around her! Even in death, I wouldn't get any decent treatment?

This is unbearable!

"Be quiet!" Meng Xuexuan opened her eyes and roared with all her might, but because she was so weak, her roar was quickly drowned out by the noises outside.

Only when Jin Qian lay beside the bed could she hear. The little girl wept silently, saying, "Miss, I don't want you to leave in such distress. But Wan'er is truly... too heartbroken. Just let me grieve for you a while longer, ohhhh..."

A single tear, a runny nose, little Qiu Wan hadn't reacted yet to whose mouth uttered those words just now. Hearing the voice felt familiar and she raised her head, but what she saw was their young mistress frowning impatiently, her eyes slightly open...

"Miss?!" Qiu Wan cried out in alarm, then widened her eyes, confirming that she hadn't misread. The Miss had truly woken up! She couldn't help but be overjoyed, "Miss, Miss, you're awake? You still didn't want to leave me, did you? I knew the Miss wouldn't want to leave me, Miss is the best..."

The girl's surprised exclamation quickly caught the attention of the others in the room, and her eyes returned to the embroidered quilt on the bed.

You're actually awake! You really made it!

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There was a tremor of excitement in his voice, it seemed that Heaven still favored him, and wouldn't abandon him to ruin.

Um?? Who are these people? And where in the world is this place?

Shouldn't you be going to hell to answer for your sins?

Is this what Hell looks like? It shouldn't be like this, right?

Meng Xuexuan looked around at the people in strange costumes, who resembled actors in a historical drama. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in everything: the mirror, the dressing table, the bed canopy and silk quilts,...

It looks just like the boudoir of a young lady in an ancient Chinese TV drama!

My throbbing head felt heavy and sluggish, my mind struggling to grasp what was happening. All I could think about was the piercing pain and a desperate urge to just drift back into unconsciousness.

Wait a minute! Shouldn't the dead be unable to feel pain?

Could it be... that they didn't die?!

Meng Xuexuan endured the pain and thought, suddenly realizing a very serious problem!

No! It can't be!

How could the dog's play have led to this? It gained a new life, but not in the time it was living, but in a strange space instead?

"Xuan'er?"

Meng Wenfu looked at his son's furrowed brow from the headache on the bed. He waited for a long time without a response and couldn't help but call out again.

Meng Xuexuan was still immersed in her own tangled world and hadn't heard his words...

However, since the child had indeed woken up, Mengwenfu couldn't help but investigate what condition the child was in now. He didn't ask further and instead said: "Where is Dr. Zhou? Bring him over quickly to see Xuan'er."

He looked around and saw that Dr. Zhou was no longer in the room. He must have just left. Meng Wen ordered someone to go and bring Dr. Zhou back.

Dr. Zhou, who had just stepped out of the mansion's gate, heard someone chasing after them to tell them that Miss had woken up again. He couldn't help but walk back in surprise.

Impossible?

He had just checked his pulse and breath, confirming that the person was dead, but now the person is miraculously alive again!

Back inside the house, Zhou Dafu rechecked Meng Xuexuan's pulse. While still weak, it was no longer as faint and imperceptible as before. Looking at her clear eyes scanning the surroundings, Zhou Dafu was astonished – she was truly conscious!

"Having practiced medicine for decades, I've never seen anything like this. Dr. Zhou could only think that the world is truly full of wonders!"

"Lord Xiang," Zhou Dafu turned to look at Meng Wenfu, still unable to contain his surprise. He stroked his beard and said, "Congratulations, Lord Xiang. The third young lady has indeed survived. Although her pulse is a little unstable now, I will prescribe a formula for her conditioning when we get back. After applying some treatment to the external wounds, she should be fine."

"Really?" Meng Wen heaved a visible sigh of relief and walked back to the bed, taking Meng Xuexuan's hand in both of his. He squeezed tightly and said excitedly, "Xue'er, Dr. Zhou said you're fine!"

Meng Xuexuan frowned, watching the middle-aged man in front of her holding hands with such intimacy. She couldn't help but ask: "Excuse me, could you tell me who you are?"