The princess is the only one in Xuanmen, and she is reborn to lift the lid of the prince's coff

The sun was about to set. On the wilderness road, a beautiful girl in luxurious clothes and with scattered hairpins and rings was stumbling forward with each step.

Song Wu was locked up in the farmhouse for a whole day and night without eating a single grain of rice, and he had spent a lot of energy on murder and framing someone else. Now he was walking back to Beijing under the scorching sun. Not only was he hot and tired, he was also dizzy and hungry.

"Gulu..."

She touched her belly and suddenly saw what seemed to be a plate of fruits and snacks in the half-hidden grass in front of her.

She walked closer quickly.

At a fork in the road shaded by trees, a pine coffin was parked steadily.

It was actually food! It was just an offering in front of the coffin.

Seeing that there was no one around, she crossed her legs, picked up two pieces of snacks and stuffed them into her mouth.

In half a cup of tea, the mountain of tribute visibly shrank.

"Du..."

"Tuk tuk..."

A voice came from the coffin in front of me.

Originally, she just wanted to eat and leave, but she thought of the advice of the ancestors: to "mind her own business" and accumulate more merits for the Shenji Sect, so that they would have the opportunity to send her a dream and tell her the important news on how to successfully give birth to the sect's bloodline in this life.

Song Wu quickly put down the half-eaten apple and walked forward to knock on the coffin.

"Keep your voice down!"

The sound stopped immediately.

But she had barely taken two steps when the sound rang out again.

She had sensed the presence of a powerful ghost inside.

She turned her head away in annoyance: "Isn't it just to eat some of your tribute? Why make such a big fuss? I won't let you down!"

In her previous life, she was first taken away by mistake and then her life was swapped with someone else. The metaphysical talent that the heir of the Shenji Sect had was never awakened, and it was no longer of any use after her life was swapped.

It was not until she died and became a soul that she met her mother and ancestors who taught her the mysterious arts. Her life has not been replaced yet, so she is not afraid of these monsters and ghosts!

She stepped forward and pushed the coffin lid open. The ghost disappeared without a trace in an instant, but the scene in the coffin in front of her shocked her.

Prince Jin Jiang Xing?!

If it weren't for the glittering gold and jewels in the coffin, she wouldn't have concluded so quickly that it was Jiang Xing.

Only Prince Jin, whose wealth and extravagance were known to the whole court, was the apple of the eye of the empress dowager and the late emperor, and he had been spoiled since he was a child and his every move was extremely extravagant.

In her previous life, didn’t Prince Jin die of illness half a year after she married the Marquis’s son Ji Bozhou?

Counting it back, now should be the time for him to return to Beijing from Longchuan.

Song Wu was a little curious. Prince Jin was dressed in gorgeous clothes, but was placed in a pine coffin used by ordinary people. At first, everyone thought it was just a funeral of a commoner, so why was there no one guarding it?

She lowered her head and took a closer look, which was even more remarkable.

There was indeed black energy surrounding Jiang Xing, but he was not dead!

The two souls and seven spirits all ran away, and coupled with the poison, only one soul was left struggling to hold on.

She instantly remembered the evil spirit she had just sensed.

This person must have been poisoned first, and then haunted by the evil spirit, so he lost his soul.

It looked like he had died of poisoning, so his subordinates found a coffin on the road and took him back first.

But when she saw the handsome and familiar face in front of her, she felt sick all over.

save? Still not saving?

In the previous life, the man in front of him married the real daughter Song Chuchu. Before his death, he was afraid that she would be wronged, so he arranged all her affairs after her death, and used the entire Prince Jin Mansion as her future retreat and ceremonial guard.

The reason why she appeared in the villa and here in such a mess today was all thanks to Song Chuchu!

Song Wu hesitated again and again, but that was all!

Thinking of eating his tribute and the ancestor's teachings, if she could save one more soul and one more person, the Shenji Sect would gain more merit, and her mission would be completed sooner...

Song Wu bit his finger.

As the descendant of the Shenji Sect's bloodline, her blood carries some mysterious spirituality. Currently, there is no cinnabar or yellow paper, so this is the only thing!

Everyone said that Jiang Xing was a pleasure-seeking and extravagant prince. Song Wu had never expected that he had such strong willpower.

If an ordinary person was poisoned and then haunted by a fierce ghost like the one just now, he would have died as soon as he relaxed his mind. However, he held on to his last breath, extremely determined to survive.

She grabbed Jiang Xing's hand, spread out her palm, began to draw talismans, and recited the golden light magic spell inside the door.

A breeze suddenly blew through the forest, dispersing the eerie fog.

Jiang Xing, who felt like he was struggling forward in a dark fog and quagmire, suddenly felt clear-headed.

The black fog faded away, and in front of me was the blue sky and green pines, my mind was clear, and there was a beautiful girl like a newly blooming lotus.

He looked at Song Wu in front of him, unable to come back to his senses for a long time, and only after a long time did a gentle smile appear on his face.

"sister in law."

What the hell?

Song Wuru was struck by lightning.

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry for you." Jiang Xing added.

Song Wu was speechless.

He is indeed a playboy who indulges in pleasure. He says such outrageous words as soon as he wakes up!

Jiang Xing felt that he must have died because he had not fulfilled the emperor's sister-in-law's instructions before his death, so the emperor's sister-in-law came to find him.

Song Wu said with a cold face, "Don't call me sister-in-law! You're fine, get up!"

Get up? Isn't this the emperor's sister-in-law?

Jiang Xing couldn't quite believe it.

He looked carefully at the girl in front of him. Her face was rosy but her expression was cold. Her beauty was unique but her eyes and eyebrows contained a hint of heroism.

She is indeed not the emperor's sister-in-law. The emperor's sister-in-law is much gentler!

Jiang Xing has been favored in the palace since he was a child, and reading people's expressions is a skill he has to rely on.

He immediately noticed that the girl in front of him had a bad look on her face. "Miss, are you dissatisfied with me? Or are you saving me unwillingly?"

He remembered that he was beyond help, remembered that Feixing howled in his ears at the last moment, remembered that he was already dead.

Now he felt that he had regained control of his body and was still very strong. He thought that it was this girl who saved him.

Song Wu was alert. How could he have noticed it so quickly?

She quickly gathered her emotions.

After all, I don’t want my rebirth to be discovered by someone with ulterior motives.

She deliberately raised her finger and explained to him, "You were originally poisoned, and then haunted by a ghost. Two of your three souls were lost. Fortunately, you met me, so your fate is not over!

I drew three blood-breaking talismans for you. One to calm the soul, one to improve health, and one to exorcise evil spirits. Now you are safe!"

It turned out that he was injured while saving himself!

But looking at the miserable state of the girl in front of him, with just this little injury...what else does he not understand?

Jiang Xing then stood up from the coffin. As he moved his body, the gold, silver, jade and stones in the coffin jingled.

He said very politely, "So I met a kind-hearted young lady from the Xuanmen Sect. I heard that you must use silver to resolve disasters for others. This prince...this young master has nothing but a lot of silver! The meager gold and silver in this coffin will serve as money for the talisman for you! What else do you want? As long as it is achievable, this young master will definitely satisfy you!"

Song Wu looked at the various precious treasures piled up in the coffin as thick as a person. If converted into silver, they should be worth tens of thousands of taels, right?

People are really stupid and have too much money!

But she did not refuse. She put two fingers together and cast a final talisman to exorcise evil spirits. The evil spirit she had just sensed immediately floated out from the bottom of the coffin.

She chanted the soul-binding spell, and the evil ghost soon couldn't resist and fell to his knees in front of her.

"Master, please spare my life! Please let me go..."

This ghost was a young man of about seventeen years old, with a handsome face, high spirits, and luxurious clothes. It seemed that he was either rich or noble in his lifetime.