Chapter 4: Your Whole Family Are Ghosts!

“Oh……” After a moment, Ye Zhenhuang drew out the tail of her word, her face full of sudden realization, her expression extremely exaggerated. “I was wondering how I came back to life. I truly thank Young Master Jing for saving my life!”

Gui Jing turned his head away expressionlessly, seemingly unwilling to accept her gratitude.

Ye Zhenhuang pursed her lips, not caring in the slightest.

The commotion Chu Jinchen had made just moments ago by shattering the coffin lid had already alerted the funeral procession guarding the exterior. At this moment, the lead general was arriving with a squad of guards.

As soon as the stone door of the mausoleum was pushed open, three figures suddenly came into view.

“Ah—ghosts!”

When they saw clearly that two of the three figures were none other than the deceased Prince Jing and Princess Jing, the entire squad, including the general, felt their bodies go limp instantly. They shrieked and scrambled, rolling and crawling as they fled outward.

Chu Jinchen looked at the heavy stone door that had been opened and led Ye Zhenhuang out.

“Ahhh! They, they’ve come out! Don’t look for me! Don’t look for me!”

The wailing and miserable cries were incessant.

Regarding this, Ye Zhenhuang was quite speechless.

Anyone who didn’t know better would think these guards were acting out of a guilty conscience!

Taking a few steps forward, Ye Zhenhuang grabbed the collar of a lone soldier who was running slowly. Looking at his face, which was so terrified his eyes were practically popping out, she smiled with her eyes curved in a very friendly manner and said to him, word by word: “You, are, the, ghost. Your, entire, family, are, ghosts!”

As soon as the last word was spoken, the soldier rolled his eyes back and fainted dead away.

Ye Zhenhuang suddenly felt in a great mood, thinking this new skill seemed quite good. Without using a shred of strength, just by scaring them, she could make a person’s combat effectiveness go straight to zero.

It was a pity that her enemies in her past life hadn't been this easy to deal with.

Chu Jinchen walked over with a strange expression and patted her shoulder. “Let’s go. We need to go out and find these people; otherwise, we might have to walk down the mountain.”

With that, he stepped forward and headed outside.

It had to be said that Chu Jinchen had pointed out a bloody fact…

This imperial mausoleum was built high up on Wanshou Mountain. If she were to descend the mountain with her current physical strength, she feared she would be half-dead by the time she reached the bottom.

Moreover, without the funeral procession, explaining their identities and resurrection to the royal family and the Marquis of Zhongwu’s estate after returning to the city would also be a problem.

This imperial mausoleum was composed of many large and small tombs; the one Ye Zhenhuang and Chu Jinchen were in was the tomb of one of the princes.

Walking out of this prince’s tomb, they saw the squad of guards fleeing toward the main hall of the imperial mausoleum.

Ye Zhenhuang chased after them, with Chu Jinchen and Gui Jing following behind.

When they reached the center of the main hall, the guards had already armed themselves collectively. With spears and swords pointed forward, they stood in trembling preparation, looking as if they intended to finish off the “ghosts” they believed them to be.

The leader was a young general named Li Hao. Seeing the three of them emerge, he immediately ordered: “Attack! Take down these three ghosts!”

Li Hao had been terrified out of his wits inside the mausoleum, but now, clad in military armor and standing tall, where was there any trace of cowardice or fear?

If they truly took them down as ghosts, then even if the three were killed here right now, it would only be reported as having killed three ghosts!

Ye Zhenhuang recalled the suspicious points surrounding the deaths of the original owner of this body and Prince Jing, and her eyes instantly turned cold.

Was this leader of the funeral procession, Li Hao, simply catching and killing ghosts, or was he merely using that as a pretext, while his true goal was to ensure that Prince Jing and Princess Jing could not walk out of the imperial mausoleum alive?

Thinking of the second possibility, Ye Zhenhuang immediately took a large step forward and shouted angrily at Li Hao: “Well, General Li Hao! Who gave you the dog’s courage to dare to lay a hand on Prince Jing and Princess Jing?!”

Ye Zhenhuang’s aura was imposing, her words ringing with conviction.

Standing there, her bright red wedding dress was dazzling, but even more dazzling was this natural, inherent majesty of hers.

Due to her personality and strength in her past life, Ye Zhenhuang pulled off this stance as naturally as water flowing into a channel; it was effortless.

Li Hao was immediately severely intimidated.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Thinking of Ye Zhenhuang’s identity—she had always been a dissolute and overbearing person—he figured that saying these things now was nothing more than a bluff.

It must be the atmosphere in this mausoleum that was wrong, giving him the illusion of being intimidated.

Intimidated? By a good-for-nothing? How could that be!

Pointing his broadsword forward, Li Hao looked at Ye Zhenhuang, his eyes flickering with a guilty light, and said with forced composure: “What does this general not dare to do? Prince Jing and Princess Jing have long since passed their seventh day of death. If you appear here, what are you if not ghosts?”

“Oh—is that so?”

A strange smile suddenly curled at the corners of Ye Zhenhuang’s lips. She paced step by step toward the tip of Li Hao’s blade, her aura aggressive.

“Even if we are ghosts, we are the ghosts of Prince Jing and Princess Jing. You, a mere funeral general, dare to be disrespectful to the ghosts of the Prince and this Princess, attempting to kill royal spirits? Do you want the Prince and this Princess to visit the Emperor in his dreams tonight and have you charged with the crime of exterminating your entire clan to the ninth degree? Hmm?!”

She was categorical and pressed forward step by step.

Li Hao was truly frightened by these words. The tip of the sword he was pointing at Ye Zhenhuang retracted further and further; he didn’t dare to meet her edge at all!

Behind him, the soldiers were all terrified, fearing that the Princess’s spirit would really go and visit the Emperor in his dreams…

The situation was filled with a bizarre sense of tension. Li Hao’s face flushed a deep red, and it looked as if he were about to be pushed to his breaking point.

Chu Jinchen stood in the back, watching Ye Zhenhuang’s astonishing aura.

From the memories he had read from this physical body, Ye Zhenhuang seemed somewhat different from what he was seeing before him.

The former Ye Zhenhuang was indeed quite overbearing, but at most, it was just a bluff to make people fear her so they wouldn’t bully her easily.

But the Ye Zhenhuang before him—this aura of hers seemed innate, bringing a deadly pressure that felt like being pressed against the tip of a blade deep within one’s heart.

However, having said that, Ye Zhenhuang had absolutely no internal energy, yet she dared to challenge Li Hao; she certainly had guts.

While doing this could suppress Li Hao’s courage for a moment, if Li Hao were truly pushed to the point of attacking, she would be in danger.

With a light cough, Chu Jinchen spoke at the opportune moment: “Alright, Huang’er, stop scaring General Li. General Li, the Prince and Huang’er have not passed away. What stands before you now are not ghosts, but real, living people.”

As he spoke, he pointed to Gui Jing and said: “This is Young Master Jing. It was he who brought the Prince and the Princess back to life.”