She was buried alive at the start, but she's determined to smash her ex-husband's head in

When is a person in the most pain?

Does being buried alive count?

Yun Ciwan thought, perhaps one more thing should be added: to be buried by the one you love...

"Look, it's going to rain soon, hurry up!" The man, who was constantly wielding a shovel, looked very anxious.

The weather before a summer downpour is always hot and humid. The man had barely finished speaking when a thunderous roar came, and lightning flashed, almost splitting the sky in two.

Another man sighed, saying with some regret, "What a pity. Young Master Xu was just promoted by the Emperor to become a Hanlin Academician. How could his wife have died?"

"I think it's good that this lady is dead. Who in the capital doesn't know that Princess Huarong is in love with Young Master Xu? She's just a country bumpkin, how can she compare to a princess of noble birth? It's better that she doesn't ruin Young Master Xu's bright future!"

A rustling sound reached Yun Ciwan's ears. She suddenly opened her eyes, only to see pitch blackness that seemed to swallow her whole.

The thin air made it difficult for her to breathe.

Her mind was a little dazed. She subconsciously raised her hand to touch her surroundings and found that she was lying in a square box. She was suddenly startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

Her hands! How come her hands are perfectly fine?

Wasn't she turned into a human pig by Zhao Huarong after having her hands and feet chopped off? Is she dreaming right now?

Immediately afterwards, there was another loud bang in the sky, and raindrops began to pelt down.

"The rain is too heavy! Quick! Stop working and find somewhere to take shelter from the rain!"

"But Young Master Xu instructed that the lady must be buried properly. The soil is only half-covered. What if the coffin is washed out?"

The man, somewhat impatient, threw down his shovel and said to his companion, "What do you mean, what are we going to do? The person is dead, do you think they can crawl out of there? If you're not leaving, I'm leaving!"

His companion was just saying it; seeing that the man had actually walked away, he quickly put down what he was holding and chased after him.

All of this was so familiar that it startled Yun Ciwan.

The rain grew heavier, gradually washing away the soil covering the coffin. She used all her strength to open the coffin lid, breathing in the fresh air in large gulps. The cold rain stung her face.

Looking down at her intact hands and feet, Yun Ciwan was in a daze for a moment, then laughed again, even to the point of being somewhat manic.

It wasn't a dream! It really was that night five years ago! The night Xu Hanzhang tricked me into drinking tea laced with sleeping potion, and then threw me into a coffin and buried me alive!

Heaven truly has eyes!

Yun Ciwan clenched her fists, the smile on her face gradually fading, and her eyes darkening.

This time, she escaped death and would never be foolish enough to go back, just to get an explanation from Xu Hanzhang. She was too stupid in her previous life. Now that heaven has given her a second chance, she will never repeat the same mistakes...

She will take back everything that belongs to her, and she will personally send those who have hurt her to hell!

Yun Ciwan took two steps forward when something suddenly fell off her body and hit the ground with a crisp sound. She looked down and a person suddenly flashed into her mind.

In the dungeon of the Grand Palace, a noble man dressed in black played with a sharp knife in his hand, his expression cold and bloodthirsty.

The man bound to the cross, barely alive, said, "I've told you everything I know. As for where the thing is, I really don't know. Please, just give me a quick death!"

The man chuckled, his eyebrows curving into an extremely beautiful arc, but what he said sent chills down one's spine.

"Great! I just got a good set of knives, so I'll use you to test them out."

The bound man shook his head frantically, as if he could already see himself being sliced ​​into pieces. His face was pale with terror, as if his soul had been ripped out, and he screamed, "No! No!!"

The man was getting impatient when suddenly someone strode in, holding two bright green beads in their hands, and walked up to him with their head down.

He said, "My lord! There is a man outside the mansion carrying your belongings, who says he wants to see you."

He glanced at them briefly, but his gaze lingered on the two beads. He picked them up and gently stroked them, becoming somewhat silent, lost in thought. After a long while, he finally asked a question.

"What about people?"

"Without your permission, I would not dare to bring him into the mansion." The servant bowed his head respectfully.

Xia An slapped him on the head: "What are you waiting for? Bring her in! It's raining so hard outside! You have no chivalry at all!"

The servant looked at Xia An, then at the silent man, unsure of what to do. Besides, he hadn't said it was a girl, and in the eyes of adults, it didn't matter whether it was a man or a woman.

The bound man was still begging for mercy, and the noise annoyed Pei Zhaoan. With a wave of his hand, the small knife in his hand pierced the man's heart, and blood splattered all over the faces of those around him. The pleas for mercy came to an abrupt halt.

He got up and wiped the blood off his hands before casually saying, "Since you're looking for me, please come in."

After saying that, he added, "Pour me another cup of hot tea."

Yun Ciwan waited for a long time but didn't see Pei Zhaoan, so she naturally had no appetite for hot tea and couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Ultimately, she had no real connection with him; she had only helped him out of a small favor years ago. It was understandable that he didn't want to see her; she was truly grasping at straws in her desperation…

Thinking this, she heard approaching footsteps and looked up to see Pei Zhao'an dressed in white, looking like a vengeful ghost. She was so startled that she almost lost her footing.

Pei Zhaoan reached out to help her, but Yun Ciwan immediately took a step back and bowed her head respectfully.

"Miss Yun, is this visit about your husband again?" Pei Zhaoan's voice was extremely cold. He flicked his sleeves, walked around Yun Ciwan, and sat down.

I don't know why he looked so angry.

Even though she had already died once, she still couldn't help but shudder when she heard Pei Zhaoan's voice. She could clearly feel that the air around Pei Zhaoan suddenly became even colder.

The "again" that Pei Zhaoan mentioned was actually a year ago. Because Xu Hanzhang came from a poor family and had no family to rely on, his examination paper was stolen. He didn't even make the list, let alone become the top scholar. After returning home, he was depressed and despondent.

Yun Ciwan, from her past life, was heartbroken. Remembering what Pei Zhaoan had said, she immediately took the token from back then and went to his door, begging him to investigate the matter and give Xu Hanzhang justice.

Unexpectedly, while Xu Hanzhang's justice was served, he paid a heavy price for it.

It seemed like a long time ago, so long that Yun Ciwan had almost forgotten that she had actually come to plead for Xu Hanzhang with this Grand Secretary who struck fear into the hearts of everyone in the capital.

Seeing her in a daze, Pei Zhaoan's face darkened even more.

"I'm afraid I can't help you this time." He refused without any mercy.