Chapter 3: The Handsome Corpse Goes Berserk (Revised)

However, it now appears that this was also the arrangement of someone with ulterior motives.

To have lost her life the moment she emerged, she was likely caught in this chain of framing alongside Prince Jing.

Since she has been reborn into this body, she must live on with this new identity. In the future, she will settle every score and avenge every grievance; those who provoked her and harmed her will not be able to escape!

The most pressing matter now is to leave this place and return to the Marquis of Zhongwu’s estate.

Soon, Ye Zhenhuang discovered with dismay that the coffin had been nailed shut from the outside. Moreover, this body was a useless vessel, devoid of any vital energy; it was impossible to push the lid open with her hands alone.

If she wanted to get out, she would have to put in some effort.

Holding the night-luminescent pearl in one hand, Ye Zhenhuang rummaged through the coffin, hoping to find a suitable tool. Just as she was leaning over the corpse, she suddenly felt a wave of scorching heat wash over her face.

"You have been groping my body for nearly half an hour. What exactly are you trying to do to me?"

A voice devoid of emotion, yet tinged with a subtle, lingering charm, suddenly reached her ears.

The tone sounded as if this body were a new set of clothes—extremely precious, and he was loath to let anyone touch it for fear of getting it dirty.

Ye Zhenhuang was slightly stunned. The next moment, she felt the beautiful male corpse beneath her palms, which had been ice-cold just a moment ago, suddenly radiate a searing, scorching heat.

As she turned her head slightly, those peach-blossom eyes, which had been tightly shut, were now staring at her unblinkingly.

The male corpse, having opened his eyes, was like a stunning statue suddenly brought to life—vivid and breathtaking.

It was just that the expression in his charming eyes did not look very friendly.

However, the question now was: how did this male corpse, who had clearly been dead for several days, suddenly come back to life?

Chu Jinchen looked at Ye Zhenhuang’s dazed expression, his temper flaring.

Ever since his soul entered this body, this woman had been incessantly attempting to violate him with behavior that was utterly scandalous.

She had unbuttoned his clothes, touched him all over, rubbed against him, causing his body to undergo some truly unspeakable changes...

Unfortunately, his soul had not yet fully merged with the corpse at the time; he could neither speak nor act, and could only watch helplessly and endure it in silence.

Fortunately, she hadn't done anything more excessive to ruin this brand-new body.

Otherwise, he truly would have gone berserk.

At this moment, Ye Zhenhuang looked at the resurrected, stunning male corpse, speechless. She had only been checking his wounds to determine the cause of death; how did that turn into groping his body?

Yet, facing the noble and refined expression of the male corpse, Ye Zhenhuang found herself at a loss for words in response to his question.

Just then, Chu Jinchen unexpectedly raised his arm. Thinking he was acting out of shame and anger to strike her, Ye Zhenhuang hurriedly dodged.

"Boom!"

With a single strike, vital energy surged.

Ye Zhenhuang remained unscathed, while the thick, tightly nailed coffin lid instantly shattered into countless wooden splinters.

Once the lid was broken, the narrow, cramped space suddenly opened up. Bright light flooded in, and the air became much easier to breathe.

Had the coffin remained completely sealed as it was, a living person inside would have suffocated before long.

Having avoided the attack she had anticipated, Ye Zhenhuang emerged from the coffin with a sense of relief, inhaling the fresh air with intoxication.

At the same time, the magnificent sight of the interior of the Imperial Mausoleum came into view.

The architecture was resplendent with gold and jade, candles burned brightly on both sides, and the hall was adorned with carved beams and painted pillars. Large, red "Double Happiness" characters were particularly conspicuous. Being in a tomb yet surrounded by such festive decorations created a bizarre sense of dissonance.

Chu Jinchen had only just merged with this body, and his strength had regressed to an unprecedented level of weakness.

However, he had exhausted all his strength to break the coffin lid, and after crawling out, he collapsed to the ground, looking somewhat disheveled and comical.

Chu Jinchen gracefully turned over, leaned against the coffin, and sat up slowly, breathing heavily.

To the side, Ghost Mirror stood silently, watching him with cold eyes, showing no intention of offering help.

Only when Ye Zhenhuang turned around did she notice a third person. He was dressed in white, possessing the bearing of an immortal, and appeared extremely cold and detached.

Despite his striking and outstanding presence, he felt as devoid of existence as a ghost.

Who was this person?

However, what Ye Zhenhuang wanted to figure out most right now was how this Prince Jing had come back to life...

Looking at this calm, refined man in white, Ye Zhenhuang pondered whether it might have something to do with him.

Seeing that neither of them spoke, Ye Zhenhuang walked back to the coffin and gathered all the pearls and gemstones inside, leaving nothing behind.

"What are you doing?" Chu Jinchen watched as she acted with the efficiency of a bandit.

"I need to travel home, eat, and spend money," Ye Zhenhuang replied concisely and matter-of-factly. She slung the heavy little bundle over her arm and prepared to leave.

According to the memories of the original owner of this body, the Fenglan Empire’s Imperial Mausoleum was built on Wanshou Mountain, a hundred miles away from Fenglan City.

At the foot of the mountain was a small town called Wanshou Town.

As long as she reached the town, had a meal, rested, and hired a carriage, she could go home.

"Wait!" Chu Jinchen, having realized this as well, immediately called out to Ye Zhenhuang.

By now, his condition had improved significantly. He stood up, leaning on the coffin, and in a few steps, grabbed Ye Zhenhuang: "The funeral procession is still resting outside and has not yet departed. We will go now and have the lead general prepare a carriage for us to descend the mountain and rest. We shall depart for the city first thing tomorrow morning."

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhenhuang realized he was right.

The funeral procession had only just laid the two bodies to rest today and had not yet left the mausoleum.

With Chu Jinchen there, she could hitch a ride with the procession back to the city, which would save her a lot of trouble.

Just as she was about to nod, Chu Jinchen leaned in close to her ear, as if trying to brainwash her, and whispered: "Remember, the two of us were saved by my friend, Master Mirror, using a Soul-Returning Pill!"

Master Mirror, Soul-Returning Pill...

Ye Zhenhuang blinked.

This Prince Jing was supposed to be a useless vessel; in her memories, he couldn't even resist a low-level demonic beast. Yet, just now, he had shattered a thick coffin lid with an incredibly powerful strike. And now, he was claiming they had been saved by this Master Mirror in white using a Soul-Returning Pill...

She didn't know if Prince Jing had truly been saved by a Soul-Returning Pill.

But she knew that she, Ye Zhenhuang, had not come back to life that way.

However, it seemed that this Prince Jing was also full of secrets.

Could it be that this Prince Jing had been pretending all along? That he wasn't truly a useless vessel, and that this time, he was faking his own death?