The Ugly Concubine Strikes Back: The War God Prince Spoils Her Crazy

The morning light is dim.

Chu Wanyu, who had not slept all night, changed her clothes and dragged Xiao Lijing to the Marquis' Mansion.

As the two of them walked to the gate of the palace, they saw a middle-aged man in white clothes rushing over.

"I see you, Prince and Princess. My old Marquis has passed away! I've come here today to announce his passing!"

"What did you say?"

Chu Wanyu rushed forward as fast as lightning and grabbed the middle-aged man's clothes, "Say it again!"

"My old master is gone!"

"fraud!"

Chu Wanyu loosened his clothes, grabbed his neck, and tightened her fingers. The man's face turned purple from being pinched.

"Okay, let's go to the Marquis' Mansion first." Xiao Lijing gently put his hand on Chu Wanyu's wrist.

Chu Wanyu regained her senses and threw the middle-aged man aside, "Absolutely not!"

If it's true, there must be something fishy going on.

Chu Wanyu quickly got on the carriage and said, "I want to get to the Marquis' Mansion as fast as possible!"

"Yes!"

After a cup of tea, Chu Wanyu jumped off the carriage and walked quickly into Weiyuan Marquis Mansion.

All I could see was white, very dazzling.

After entering the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion, there were white sails and white silk hanging everywhere, and the master and servants were all wearing mourning clothes.

She walked hurriedly into the mourning hall.

The golden nanmu coffin was placed in the middle, with people kneeling around it, and the crying filled the entire mourning hall.

Will not!

Think of that kind old man.

There were tears in Chu Wanyu's eyes, but she was stubborn and refused to let them fall.

Even though she was so close, she felt as if her legs were filled with lead and could hardly move. Every step was extremely difficult.

She walked to the coffin and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why did you die?"

Weiyuan Hou had a gloomy face and was about to scold him, but when he saw Xiao Lijing standing beside him, he softened his tone a little, "Father is bedridden..."

"You can only fool a three-year-old with this!"

Chu Wanyu choked up and spoke, her tearful eyes filled with coldness, "I want to see my grandfather one last time!"

"No! Master, we can't open the coffin, otherwise it will be passed on to future generations..."

"My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of God. I don't believe what any master says!" Chu Wanyu stretched out her hand to push the coffin lid...

"How dare you! Even if you are a princess, you cannot interfere in the family affairs of your subjects!" A majestic voice suddenly sounded.

Then he saw the white-haired old lady of the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion walking towards him with a cane.

Those cloudy eyes were filled with resentment. She slowly walked to the coffin and said, "If anyone dares to open the coffin today, I will die here!"

"Ah!"

He laughed despite being extremely angry.

Chu Wanyu swept her sharp gaze over the crowd, "Alright, this princess suspects that the old Marquis Weiyuan was murdered. This princess cannot let the ministers down. I must find out the truth. Someone report this to the authorities!"

"No!" The old lady stopped him, glancing at Chu Wanyu with disdain. She looked at Xiao Lijing and said, "Your Highness, are you just going to let the princess do whatever she wants?"

"This king thinks it's great!" Xiao Lijing ordered coldly, "Report to the police!"

At a command, he left the mansion in shock using his lightness skills.

Everyone in Houfu was worried, but they didn't dare to stop it.

Prince Zhan's palace sent someone to report to the authorities, and the Dali Temple Minister came hurriedly.

"Greetings to the Prince and Princess, the Old Madam and the Marquis..."

The Dali Temple Minister was sweating profusely and his voice was trembling.

When gods fight, little devils suffer.

The prince's palace dares not offend him, and the marquis's palace cannot offend him either.

The Dali Temple Minister kept wiping the sweat from his head and stood aside in silence like an invisible man.

Seeing this, Chu Wanyu took the initiative to step forward and said, "My lord, I suspect that the old marquis was murdered. Please open the coffin and conduct an autopsy!"

hiss!

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone gasped.

An autopsy requires dissecting the body.

Chu Wanyu, a woman, actually spoke without hesitation.

The Dali Temple Minister's legs felt weak and sweat dripped down his face. He looked at Xiao Lijing for help, "Your Highness, this..."

"Open the coffin." Xiao Lijing opened his thin lips and spoke indifferently.

He stood there clearly to support Chu Wanyu.

"Yes! Your humble servant obeys your order!"

The Dali Temple Minister, facing many resentful gazes, looked at the guards beside him.

The old marquis spent his whole life fighting on the battlefield to defend his country.

He was in a dilemma, but had to slowly approach the coffin.

Seeing his slow movements, Chu Wanyu became anxious and lost her patience. "A grown man, but he's so fussy like a woman!"

She spoke very quickly, and after she finished speaking, she strode towards the coffin and slapped the lid off with one palm.

boom!

The coffin lid fell to the ground with a loud noise.

"Grandpa!"

Seeing the old man lying in the coffin, Chu Wanyu burst into tears.

Her hand trembled as she approached the old marquis's face...

wrong!

Chu Wanyu's expression changed and she placed her hand on the old marquis' neck.

The pulse was weak, but still beating...

She excitedly took out a silver needle, and under everyone's astonished gaze, she pierced the old marquis's head with the silver needle.

"call!"

The old marquis in the coffin suddenly sat up, gasping for breath.

"It's a fake corpse!"

Someone shouted, and the crowd rushed out of the mourning hall in a swarm.