Chapter 3: [Consort Attack 003] Love Knows No Bounds!

Walking straight down from the attic, she saw the flames surging vigorously in the courtyard.

Nan Moyi fell into thought. Why had she come to this place? Although she held Huo'er's jade pendant, Huo'er wore it every day and hadn't transmigrated, so it shouldn't be because of that pendant.

She suddenly remembered that before she died, she saw Huo'er holding a golden box, and that eerie golden light enveloping them seemed to have overflowed from within it. It suddenly occurred to her that their mission didn't seem to mention retrieving anything.

Could it be that there was something suspicious about the contents of that box?

No one answered her question. Aside from the crackling sound of the burning flames, there was no other sound; it was a silent, empty void. According to her memory, no one had visited for three or four days after Moyi died, yet she clearly had a maid who always stayed by her side. Now, she couldn't even find the person, and she didn't know if her life was still intact.

Tsk tsk tsk, does it have to be this miserable?

A mass of flames in the courtyard illuminated the area brightly, making the various plants growing within faintly visible. In one corner of the courtyard grew a cluster of fiery red, enchanting Manjusaka flowers; their bright crimson luster appeared even more seductive against the backdrop of the flames. Nan Moyi stepped forward; the plants, having gone without water for several days, showed signs of withering.

The former Nan Moyi was kind-natured, loved plants and flowers, and was unwilling to kill or harm others, yet she had ended up with such a fate.

As Nan Moyi's fingertips touched those fiery red, delicate petals, her brow furrowed deeply. Kind people do not live long lives; what about those who commit countless evils? How could she let them live in peace?!

"I will avenge you, your master," her voice was distant and cold.

Clad in white, she turned quickly, her long hair flying wildly in disarray. Following her memories, Nan Moyi walked toward a certain direction within the Prince's manor.

She remembered which side consort had brought her bird's nest porridge three days ago. Her name was Jing Jie'er, the daughter of the Grand Marshal. And Cheng Nanye was that Grand Marshal's mainstay; Jing Jie'er liked him, and in order to win the loyalty of his subordinates, Cheng Nanye naturally had to marry her.

Relying on her family background, this Jing Jie'er was arrogant and looked down on everyone, constantly coveting Nan Moyi's position as the official Princess Consort. She actually dared to poison Nan Moyi, intending to seize the position in one fell swoop. However, she could never have guessed that Nan Moyi would wake up—and that it would be a Nan Moyi with a different soul.

Just how wonderful would her expression be when she saw her? Nan Moyi looked forward to it immensely.

The manor was vast. Nan Moyi quickened her pace and finally saw a grand set of palaces and pavilions, brightly lit. Nan Moyi hid herself behind a rockery in the courtyard and cautiously approached the building. After ensuring no one was around, she opened a window and flipped inside.

Landing on her feet, Nan Moyi patted the dust off her hands and scanned the room's environment.

The room was exquisitely decorated with carvings and paintings, with soft cloud curtains hanging. The pitch-black wooden bookshelves were filled with books, and on the desk in front of the shelves lay an unfinished book. Nan Moyi stepped forward and picked it up to take a look.

*Admonitions for Women.*

Tsk tsk, what an unprogressive read.

A nearby calligraphy brush was still wet, and there were traces of rice paper being pulled out; someone had just used them. Nan Moyi looked at the residual ink on the table; it was a drawing of a woman. Could it be a drawing of herself?

"Prince... do you think the painting Jie'er drew is beautiful?"

"Mm."

"You won't even take a look, Prince."

"I looked."

"Why are you so uninterested, Prince? Jie'er has been married here for two months, yet you haven't let Jie'er... serve you."

Leaning against the wall of the study, Nan Moyi listened to the coquettish whining from outside, feeling so disgusted she could vomit. She poked her head out slightly to peer at the two people outside.

Since Cheng Nanye was here today, killing her might not be feasible. Perhaps instead...

Nan Moyi undid her hair bun, smoothed her ink-black long hair down to her waist, and walked stealthily to a nearby table, picking up paper and a brush.

She saw Jing Jie'er standing behind Cheng Nanye, her cheeks flushed with shame. Her silk clothing had slipped down from her fair, tender shoulders, leaving her in only a bustier; her collarbones were exquisite, and her abdomen was flat and smooth, curving into an alluring arc...