The eldest sister just wanted to give up, while the spirit swords vied to recognize her as their mas

Of course, this was only on the surface. When Yun Fuzhao walked to a certain place, she heard several servants whispering about her.

"What is that woman's background, that she has won the prince's favor?"

"She's just a pretty face. You'll see, the prince will get tired of her soon enough."

"Alas, this woman's life is so tragic, she actually fell for our prince..."

"Shh, are you out of your mind to say something like that?"

"Miss Yun."

Startled, Yun Fuzhao turned around to find a woman with several scars across her face standing behind her.

She looked coldly at Yun Fuzhao, "The prince is back and wants you to go to the back garden."

Yun Fuzhao felt a chill run down his spine from her sinister gaze. "Okay, I understand."

After taking a few steps forward, Yun Fuzhao turned back and asked innocently, "Where is the back garden?"

"..."

The scarred maid led her through many twists and turns until they finally arrived at a place filled with the fragrance of flowers.

A man was sitting in a small pavilion on the lake.

This must be the prince she was talking about.

Yun Fuzhao noticed that the scarred maid was looking at her. She turned her head and saw a flash of jealousy and resentment in the other's eyes.

Could it be that this "self" has a grudge against her?

If we exclude the possibility of time travel, Yun Fuzhao guessed that she should be playing a certain role now, probably the woman that this prince brought back.

Judging from their tone, the prince didn't seem to be a kind person either.

What are you doing standing there?

A voice as gentle as a spring breeze came from behind.

Yun Fuzhao lifted her foot and walked towards him.

She discovered a fatal fact: she could no longer use her spiritual power, and Jiaoyu and Bloodthirsty Lotus had disappeared without a trace.

She didn't know if Qi Huai and Yu Ze were facing the same situation as her.

Lost in thought, Yun Fuzhao came to her senses and found herself standing in front of the prince.

Surprisingly, the prince was not sitting on a stone chair, but in a wheelchair.

To be honest, it has that old-fashioned novel feel to it.

A dozen sweet romance novels featuring a beautiful, strong, and tragic prince in a wheelchair and his transmigrated princess with superb medical skills flashed through Yun Fuzhao's mind.

Ahem, that’s too far off topic.

The prince seemed to dislike being looked down upon, and he said gently, "Sit down."

Yun Fuzhao sat cautiously beside him.

His gaze swept over the other person's otherworldly and extraordinary face. A refined and serene demeanor, an air of aloofness, as if he might ascend to immortality at any moment.

Not to mention, he also has a small red mole between his eyebrows.

Yun Fuzhao then hallucinated the Buddhist monks in the temple.

Gong Yuhe poured her a cup of tea. "Are you getting used to living in the Prince's mansion?"

"Ah."

Too many words are wrong.

Yun Fuzhao is still not clear about the situation, so he tries to remain silent if possible.

He seemed used to her quiet nature and asked again, "Does your leg still hurt?"

Leg pain?

Yun Fuzhao didn't understand what he meant, but still carefully replied, "It's much better now."

"That's good."

As he finished speaking, he placed his warm palm on the back of her hand.

Yun Fuzhao was startled and barely managed to keep his hand from being pulled back.

With her head down, she naturally didn't notice the fleeting look of disgust and discomfort in Gong Yuhe's eyes.

"We will be married in three days." Gong Yuhe took her hand, his eyes filled with a subtle smile. "Fu Zhao, I will be good to you."

Yun Fuzhao got goosebumps all over; these words sounded like empty promises.

But she still showed a shy expression.

The Oscars owe her an Oscar.

In the afternoon, Gong Yuhe went to meet the emperor, leaving her alone in the palace.

She learned through subtle means that Gong Yuhe was the current emperor's younger brother and had been granted the title of Prince of Anyang.

He was over twenty years old and didn't even have a concubine in his household. The emperor kept urging him to get married, but he always made excuses to avoid it.

Yun Fuzhao thought of the marriage he had mentioned that morning, and a strange feeling settled over her. She had a feeling that things weren't so simple.

Furthermore, she made another discovery: the servants in the mansion, regardless of gender, all had scars on their faces, making them look ferocious and terrifying.

"Miss Yun." The maid who had styled her hair that morning came in.

Yun Fuzhao learned that her name was Xiaohe.

Xiaohe has no scars on her face, but she has a red birthmark that covers most of her face.

"What's wrong?"

Xiaohe came in carrying a bath tub. "His Highness said you need to soak in the water more often. It's good for your skin."

Rose petals were floating on the water.

Yun Fuzhao nodded, then, as if remembering something, she said shyly, "The prince said we'll be married in three days, and I'm a little nervous..."

Unexpectedly, Xiaohe's face turned deathly pale upon hearing this, and she stammered, "Congratulations."

Yun Fuzhao saw her reaction and realized it wasn't a congratulatory expression at all.

My doubts grew stronger.

"Xiao He," Yun Fuzhao beckoned to her, and when she came closer, he asked in a low voice, "I'm curious, why do all the servants in the manor have scars on their faces?"

Yun Fuzhao probably knew that she had only been in the manor for a day, so she wouldn't suspect anything if he asked her this.

Xiaohe's body trembled uncontrollably. Although she was terrified, she still said, "They were born that way. Because they are too ugly and frightening, no one is willing to take them in. Your Highness is kind-hearted and let them work in the manor."

As she said this, her gaze drifted away.

It's obvious that they're lying.

Yun Fuzhao didn't make things difficult for her any further and waved her away.

Each side has a guardian beast. Could this guardian beast be the prince?

Everyone says that the guardian beasts of the secret realm attack cultivators, but he didn't; instead, he seemed to treat her very well. They even played house together.

What is his purpose?

Yun Fuzhao was completely baffled, so he decided to take a bath first.

For some reason, she felt an intense longing for the water.

As soon as she entered the water, her legs turned into a pale blue fish tail.

Yun Fuzhao was so frightened that he almost jumped up.

No, what is going on?

She changed race? Mermaid? Or rather, merfolk?

No wonder Gong Yuhe asked her if her legs hurt back then, it turns out it was because the mermaid came ashore, right?

This tail made the already perplexing situation even more fantastical.

I thought it was a palace intrigue or domestic drama, but it turned out to be a fantasy palace intrigue or domestic drama.

The bathtub was too small; Yun Fuzhao's tail couldn't stretch out at all. She quickly soaked for a bit and then got out of the tub.

Once out of the water, the fish's tail disappeared again.

Gong Yuhe did not return by evening.

Yun Fuzhao didn't sleep all night. She was in an unfamiliar environment and didn't dare to sleep, fearing that if she closed her eyes, she would never open them again.

Yun Fuzhao's tense and worried mood only eased slightly when the first rays of sunlight shone into the room in the morning.

"Fuzhao."

The man pushed the door open and entered.

Yun Fuzhao was sitting on the bed thinking when Yun Fuzhao came in, and his relaxed nerves suddenly tensed up.

"Your Majesty."

Gong Yuhe rolled her wheelchair around, her long black hair tied up with a hair crown, dressed in a plain white robe, exuding an air of refined elegance.

"Why are you acting so distant now that you've come to the Prince's residence?" Gong Yuhe looked at her gently. "Just call me Nan Jing."