Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

"Couple greetings!"

"Brother, brother, oh~oh~oh~~~"

Yan Xining, her head pressed down heavily by a hand, suddenly came to her senses. Was she getting married? And with a rooster? And the rooster actually crowed during the ceremony?

What the hell was going on? When the explosion happened, she had clearly dove headfirst into the sea! The feeling of extreme exhaustion remained, yet she was in another world.

"Send to the bridal chamber!"

Following a high-pitched voice, a wave of memories that did not belong to her flooded into her mind. Her sleepy brain worked slowly, making her feel a little dizzy.

She traveled to the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion in the Southern Xia Kingdom and took on the body of Yan Xining, the legitimate daughter of a general who was swapped at birth and raised by a country couple.

A month ago, her peaceful life was broken. A carriage brought her to the Marquis' Mansion in the capital. It was not because the Weiyuan Marquis' Mansion wanted to love this child well, but because they wanted her to replace the fake daughter Yan Xueqi and marry the Prince An Chu Jinxun, who was so sick that he was dying and could not even come to the wedding ceremony in person, and had to use a rooster instead to bring good luck.

She struggled and tried to escape, but her stepmother assigned a burly maid to cover her mouth and nose and hit the back of her head. When she lost consciousness, the servants immediately changed her into wedding clothes and stuffed her into the sedan chair like a chicken.

She had traveled through time at that time, and her original self was already dead when she arrived. But it seemed as if a lingering obsession still lingered within her, and she couldn't even move a finger. Finally, she laid her cards on the table: "You have two choices: come back to life, or I'll avenge you, and you can go in peace!"

Then, she took control of the body.

At this moment, the bridal chamber was in chaos. The court physician and the imperial physician were both in front of the wedding bed, some taking the pulse, some flipping the eyelids, and they were busy for a while.

No one cared about Yan Xining who had just been helped in, and the servants came and went in a hurry.

The imperial physician opened his medical box and was at a loss as to what medicine to use. Finally, he took out a black pill and said, "Dissolve it in water and give it to Your Highness."

Yan Xining moved closer and lifted the veil. A man with a face as pale as paper was lying there silently, allowing the imperial physician to torment him without making a movement.

The black pill-like liquid couldn't be fed to the patient. After a while, the imperial physician withdrew his hand, sighed almost inaudibly, and then said to a person who looked like a manager, "Your Highness's illness has come on so violently that he can't even take the Life-Rescuing Pill. Be prepared!"

Yan Xining: “OoO!”

Did she become a widow after traveling through time?

Did the wedding for the auspicious occasion kill the person?

The steward's face was heavy, and he glanced at Yan Xining with an indescribable expression. He seemed to want to say something, but he moved his lips, but in the end, nothing came out. He just cupped his hands and said, "Princess, thank you for your help!"

Then he took his people away.

The imperial physician left, the court physician left, the matchmaker left, and the maids left!

In the room that was noisy just a moment ago, the only ones left were Prince An, whose life or death was unknown, and her, the poor little girl who had just married in!

Yan Xining pulled off her veil, and threw the shoddily made and not very heavy phoenix crown on her head onto the table. She walked to the bed, reached out and dug at the ground, and a bunch of red dates and longans fell to the ground.

She squeezed in the quietly lying Prince An and said, "Brother, give me half of the bed. I'm so tired!" She had not yet completely merged with this body and was very sleepy.

Prince An would naturally not move.

Yan Xining thought about it, put one hand under his neck, the other hand under his knees, and pushed her waist inward with force, making half of the bed free.

She lay down fully clothed.

I slept for two hours. It was so quiet outside that even the insects stopped chirping.

Yan Xining stretched lazily.

The quality of ancient red candles was very good. After burning for most of the night, two-thirds of the candles were still burning.

She turned over and was caught off guard by a face.

Long eyebrows slant, although the face is pale, but the facial features are really delicate, delicate to what extent? One more eyebrow would ruin this beauty!

In her world, she would be invincible just by relying on her looks!

Yan Xining raised the corners of her lips, revealing a smile that was three parts evil and three parts malicious. She stretched out her hands to the chest and abdomen of the handsome man in front of her and ripped off his clothes.

Where the finger landed, a silver needle pierced into the perfect abdominal muscles.

After several consecutive thrusts, twelve silver needles had been inserted into the exposed upper body of the young and handsome Prince An.

Yan Xining breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she got a few silver needles from the imperial physician, otherwise, this prince would have been dead.

She was still very sleepy. After all, it wasn't her own body. She put away the needle, yawned, and went back to sleep.

While sleeping, a dangerous aura came over me.

Yan Xining woke up instantly and opened her eyes to see a dagger stabbing straight into her neck.

She frowned, strained her back, and moved away. But the dagger shifted, pursuing her. Then she saw the owner of that beautiful face, a cold expression on her face, a pale, bony hand gripping the dagger, making a rustling sound.

This Prince An Chu Jinxun really wanted to kill her, to get rid of the donkey after it has done its job... Ugh, she's not a donkey! Isn't this just a case of crossing the river and destroying the bridge?

Yan Xining narrowed his narrow eyes, quickly turned sideways, avoiding the dagger's coverage with his entire body, and slapped out with his palm at the same time.

Chu Jinxun's reaction was also very fast. Almost as soon as Yan Xining dodged, his attack came again. While attacking with the dagger, his other hand was also not idle, blocking Yan Xining's attack.

The two men fought back and forth, fighting quickly, and in a moment more than twenty moves were exchanged.

Yan Xining pursed her lips and attacked like the wind. Although she didn't have a dagger, she was agile and quick to react. Unfortunately, her body had not yet fully adapted, so she couldn't exert her full strength.

Chu Jinxun held a weapon in his hand, and his moves were fancy but lacked strength, but his advantage was that he was quick and had no unnecessary movements, and every move was deadly.

On the wedding bed, the two of them were fighting with fists and feet. The sounds of bang, snap, and hiss were endless, accompanied by wheezing sounds. That was because Chu Jinxun was weak and couldn't breathe.

In the yard, a man was walking hurriedly with his head down, looking very worried.

Although it was the prince's wedding night, the prince's condition made the palace steward Wu Yuxing feel uneasy no matter how he thought about it. He decided to go and take a look, but just as he got nearby, he heard noises in the bridal chamber.

He was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened. The prince must have just woken up, so why was he so violent? Should he persuade the prince to be more restrained?

Tangled!

On the wedding bed, Chu Jinxun and Yan Xining had already fought for three hundred rounds.

Chu Jinxun's attacks were tricky and fierce, while Yan Xining's attacks were short and effective. They both used unconventional and risky tactics. The faster they fought, the more dangerous it became. Every move was aimed at taking the opponent's life!

The two men were beaten so hard that their clothes flew everywhere and Chu Jinxun was gasping for breath.

Suddenly, "Puff..." Chu Jinxun, who was leaning on the outside of the bed, spat out a mouthful of blood from the side of his head towards the bed.