Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

In the middle of the night, the sky was low, the cold wind was blowing softly, and the chill was overwhelming.

The mourning hall was silent, with only two candles swaying gently, emitting a faint and dim light.

A pitch-black nanmu coffin lay quietly in the center of the mourning hall. The surface of the coffin was as smooth as a mirror, and it was carved with intricate and gorgeous cloud patterns, emitting a faint luster under the candlelight.

Right in front of the coffin, the brother and sister were still in mourning. They did not yet understand how cruel the fate ahead was. The two of them snuggled up together, curled up on the mat and sleeping soundly.

In a corner of the mourning hall, several servants who were keeping guard had dazed eyes and were breathing heavily. They whispered to each other from time to time, saying trivial things in a low voice, but they could not resist the overwhelming sleepiness and dozed off one by one against the wall.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the candles in the mourning hall seemed to be suddenly extinguished by an invisible big hand, and the mourning hall was instantly plunged into a deep and thick darkness.

"Creak~Creak~"

Suddenly, a slight noise was heard, like the groaning of door hinges eroded by time, or the sound of a coffin lid being gently moved by someone inside. This sound was particularly harsh in the dead silence, like a sharp knife cutting through the quiet air of the mourning hall.

The servants who were guarding the body suddenly opened their eyes. The darkness before them was like a terrifying beast. They were so frightened that their hearts were beating like drums, and only fear and anxiety remained on their faces.

After hesitating for a long time, an elderly steward, with trembling legs, carefully moved to the candle lamp, took out the tinder with trembling hands, and tried several times before he was able to light a candle lamp.

The mourning hall was lit again, and the candlelight swayed gently in the night breeze, stretching the surrounding shadows into long ones, like ghosts dancing in the darkness, which looked particularly creepy.

The candlelight emboldened the steward. He straightened his back and looked around. Suddenly, he spotted a half-open window. His eyes widened in shock and he cursed angrily, "Bah! Who the hell opened that window? You're scaring me in the middle of the night. Do you still want to live?!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

A servant ran over and carefully closed the window. He turned around and his eyes inadvertently fell on the brother and sister. Despite such a big noise, the two were not awakened.

Doubts welled up in the servant's heart, and he subconsciously moved closer to the siblings, wanting to find out what was going on. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a ghostly young man standing beside the coffin, his figure looming in the dim candlelight.

The servant's heart suddenly tightened. He held his breath and looked carefully. The face was as pale as paper. It was Master Xuan!!!

"Ahhhh~ Ghost~"

The servant's screams echoed in the mourning hall. His eyes widened, his legs became weak and he fell to the ground. He knelt and crawled back to the wall and hid behind everyone.

Everyone huddled together, looking in the direction of the coffin with horror. They saw Xie Tingxuan, dressed in white, with his hair loose and a creepy smile on his lips, like a demon from hell, slowly floating out from the side of the coffin.

The steward was pushed to the front by the crowd. He swallowed nervously, his voice dry and hoarse: "Second... Second Young Master, you... why did you come out of the coffin? Is there something wrong?"

Xie Tingxuan ignored the steward. He drifted off, looking down at the sleeping siblings with interest. Then he looked up and around in confusion, "Where are my father and mother? Why aren't they here?"

The steward said in a trembling voice, "Second... Second Young Master, this afternoon, Concubine Hui was too sad in the mourning hall, so the Second Master took her back to rest. The Second Madam... The Second Madam was divorced by the Second Master and has returned to the An Mansion."

Xie Tingxuan's face suddenly changed. He croaked, "How dare you bully my mother like this!" He glared at the steward, "What a piece of shit, Aunt Hui! Go get my father!"

"Second Young Master, calm down! I'll go and call the Second Master over right away!" The steward crawled out of the mourning hall as if he had been pardoned and ran towards the backyard.

A moment later, Xie Jingliang, disheveled, stumbled into the mourning hall, followed closely by two servants holding lanterns. The originally dark and gloomy mourning hall suddenly became much brighter.

Xie Jingliang's eyes searched the mourning hall. When he saw Xie Tingxuan standing in the shadows, his face was filled with fear and a hint of hope: "Xuan...Xuan'er, you...you're not dead? That's great!"

Xie Tingxuan looked at Xie Jingliang coldly and said in a cold voice: "Of course I am dead, I am a ghost. If you don't believe me, open this coffin and take a look." As he spoke, he floated to the side.

Only then did Xie Jingliang realize that the Xuan'er in front of him did not look like a living person. He quickly stepped forward and pushed open the coffin lid with trembling hands. Sure enough, he saw Xie Tingxuan's body lying inside.

His hope was completely shattered, his hands drooped helplessly, and his face was filled with fear. When the coffin lid fell, there was a loud "clang" sound, and everyone was frightened.

Xie Jingliang looked at Xie Tingxuan's ghost with fear in his eyes, and tremblingly said, "Xuan'er, why did you come back? Tomorrow your father will bury you in peace."

He forced a smile on his face, and with a trembling finger he pointed at the sleeping brother and sister on the ground. "I'm afraid you'll be lonely over there, so I've found your wife and son. After the funeral tomorrow, they'll be there to accompany you. You...you can go with peace of mind!"

Xie Tingxuan shook his head vigorously. "No, I don't want to! I've already found Hong'er. She hasn't been reincarnated yet. We've decided to be a loving ghost couple. You bury my body and Hong'er's body together."

He glanced at the two siblings and said disdainfully, "As for these two, send them back to where you got them. I don't want any of that kind of stuff."

Xie Jingliang nodded quickly. Suddenly, he remembered that Xiaohong's body had been thrown into a mass grave and had long since disappeared. However, he just wanted to send this ghost away as soon as possible, so he said in a gentle voice, "Okay, whatever you say! Go ahead!"

Xie Tingxuan's eyes suddenly became fierce, his voice filled with anger and condemnation: "Also, you bullied my mother right after I died, and even dared to divorce her. This is simply outrageous!"

He glared at Xie Jingliang and spoke word by word, "As soon as the sun rises, you must bring her back in a sedan chair carried by eight men and continue to be the second wife. Otherwise, I will definitely settle the score with you."

Xie Jingliang was so angry at being threatened by his own son that he could not help but yelled, "How dare you interfere in your parents' bedroom affairs..."

Before he could finish his words, Xie Tingxuan suddenly waved his sleeves at him, and a cold breath hit his face, making him shiver.

Xie Tingxuan showed a strange smile, and he waved his sleeves gently, and the candles in the mourning hall went out instantly. Then, the window that had just been closed suddenly opened with a "click", and the cold wind immediately poured into the mourning hall, making the white flags in the room flutter.

Everyone's heart trembled suddenly...