Chapter 12: The Abandoned Wife is a Nine Heavens Immortal, the Tsundere Concubine is a Venomous Sister

In this Prince's Mansion, with the master of the house away and the Princess under house arrest, no one possessed such immense power except for Ru Yan—that "dear younger sister" who constantly claimed intimacy with her while acting as a mistress.

Cheng Xianxian took a deep breath, feeling it was unfair for the original owner of this body, Fairy Ru Hua. It was likely that only because Fairy Ru Hua had met with misfortune could she occupy a body that did not belong to her.

When no one was disturbing her, Cheng Xianxian looked in the mirror. This face indeed did not belong to her, Cheng Xianxian; it was perhaps even a few degrees more peerlessly beautiful than that enchantress Ru Yan. It seemed her suspicions were all true.

Cheng Xianxian’s mind was as clear as a mirror, and she immediately understood everything. Hearing Yu Yue’s perfectly reasonable words, she did not speak, but simply continued walking forward while holding the little thing. She had seen out of the corner of her eye that Yu Yue was following her from a moderate distance with other people, under the pretext of making it convenient to serve her. Did she really take Cheng Xianxian for a fool? She should look at who Cheng Xianxian was—at the very least, a university student.

All the television shows and novels she had watched in the past were being put to use now. If they wanted to keep her under their thumb like Fairy Ru Hua, that "dear sister" of hers would have to dream on.

Cheng Xianxian withdrew her thoughts and truly began to stroll through the courtyard. Of course, she wasn't doing it for the scenery, but to familiarize herself with the layout of the Prince's Mansion. In the books she had read before, transmigrated female protagonists always inherited the memories of their predecessors, but Cheng Xianxian had searched through every memory in this body and found not a single clue regarding the mansion.

Right now, she was completely in the dark.

While Cheng Xianxian was feigning a leisurely stroll through the gardens, Ru Yan stood in Wangshan Ting, looking down toward Cheng Xianxian's direction with eyes full of coldness.

She had clearly used the Soul-Extinguishing Curse; how was that waste Ru Hua still alive and well?

Ru Yan had gone to investigate personally and found nothing unusual. There wasn't even a trace of the Soul-Extinguishing Curse on Ru Hua's body. How was this possible?

Suppressing the resentment and shock in her heart, Ru Yan looked at Yuelan before her. She had previously sent Yuelan to use the delivery of meals as an excuse to enter the room and inspect the Princess. After all, this was Ru Hua's former maid; surely if there were any changes in Ru Hua, she would be able to notice them.

"Side Consort, this servant observes that the Princess seems to have no issues at all." Yuelan knelt at Ru Yan's feet, reporting her observations of the Princess.

"How is that possible? That waste has almost no magical power. How could..." Ru Yan's expression grew increasingly cold. She naturally knew how powerful her Soul-Extinguishing Curse was; how could that waste be completely unscathed?

"This servant truly did not see anything unusual. Side Consort, I speak nothing but the truth."

"You may leave. Keep a close eye on her. Do not let anything happen before the Prince returns." Ru Yan had long coveted the position of Primary Consort. She had previously cast the most vicious Soul-Extinguishing Curse on her own biological sister, yet she hadn't expected this waste to be so lucky as to remain unaffected.

"This servant obeys."

Watching Yuelan's receding figure, Ru Yan's gaze fell once more upon the woman slowly pacing in the courtyard, the resentment in her eyes like thick, poisonous juice.

She wished she could skin and flay Ru Hua to obtain the position of Primary Consort that rightfully belonged to her.

"Yu Yue, come here. I have some questions I want to ask you." The Prince's Mansion was too large; after wandering around for this long while holding the sleeping infant, Cheng Xianxian's arms were already aching.

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