Chapter 1: Deception of Corpse

The brilliant sunlight seeped through the clouds, casting a golden hue over the Prime Minister's Mansion. From a distance, it looked like a celestial palace in the heavens, while up close, the mansion was adorned with lanterns and red banners, clearly celebrating a grand wedding.

In the backyard, a group of women surrounded a crooked-neck tree, from which a three-foot-long red silk ribbon hung, suspending a woman dressed in bright red bridal attire.

Though her face was drained of color, one could still discern her stunningly beautiful features. Her delicate eyebrows, closed eyes, and long eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks under the radiant sun. Her exquisite nose seemed as if it were meticulously carved from white jade, and her vermilion lips were as red as blood. A purplish-red mark marred her fair neck.

"Miss!" Su Jin exclaimed, pushing through the women and rushing to the woman's side. She embraced the woman's legs, gently lowering her to the ground, and trembled as she spoke, "Miss, why would you do something so foolish!"

Amidst the wailing cries ringing in her ears, she felt a throbbing headache and heavy eyelids. Despite her efforts, she couldn't open her eyes, as the act of hanging had left her throat feeling as if it were filled with hot coals, rendering her voiceless.

In her mind, memories of another person cascaded like a waterfall into her consciousness.

Lan Yanrou, the legitimate third miss of the Prime Minister's Mansion in the Shangyun Kingdom, was renowned as the most beautiful woman in the kingdom. However, she was considered a waste of talent due to her lack of proficiency in various arts and skills.

From a young age, she endured abuse, beatings, and humiliation. Each person and every scene in her memories felt like searing brands etched deeply into her mind.

Three hours ago, General Huwei's only daughter, Qin Muxue, arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion. She pinched Lan Yanrou's cheeks and informed her that her future husband, Prince Yimo Chenyi, was meant for her, and that she was unworthy of him. She even declared that the next day, Muxue would become the prince's consort, and Lan Yanrou wasn't even fit to be her maid.

Their marriage was a decree from the late queen, and she couldn't believe that he would break it.

But fate had other plans...

Early that day, Prince Chenyi's wedding procession indeed arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion. Clad in a vibrant red bridal gown, she clutched a red veil that resembled blood in her hands, and watched as the prince's procession passed by her.

The person she had longed for sat atop a majestic horse, casting disdainful and disgusted glances over her body.

At that moment, she handed her heart to him, only to have it shattered by his rejection.

"You are unworthy of being the prince's consort. My heart belongs only to Muxue!" His words pierced her heart like sharp knives, leaving her trembling in place as she watched the wedding procession head towards General Huwei's Mansion.

The humiliation and scolding from her sisters made her feel so ashamed and angry that she chose to hang herself from the crooked-neck tree.

She, a top agent of the Huaxia National Intelligence Bureau in the 21st century, codenamed Medusa, possessed the skills of a cold-blooded assassin, computer hacker, and enchantress.

However, due to her exceptional abilities, she was betrayed by her most trusted partner, who shot her without warning.

She couldn't believe that her partner would shoot her. Perhaps it was a cruel joke from fate, as she didn't meet her end but instead transmigrated into the body of a woman named Lan Yanrou.

She didn't know how to return to her world, so she resigned herself to her current situation. However, the memories of her father, stepmother, sisters, and the man who had caused her demise were unbearable to witness.

"Miss, wake up! Ugh, ugh, ugh..."

Su Jin cried as she knelt before the woman, repeatedly banging her head on the ground, each impact feeling like a blow to her heart. However, the women around her seemed to be watching a monkey show, their eyes filled with mockery, disdain, and disgust.

"Miss, please save our third miss. Perhaps she's not dead yet..." Su Jin reached out and grabbed Lan Yanrou's leg.

Lan Yanrou kicked Su Jin in the shoulder, her body swaying in a colorful cloud-patterned silk dress. She raised an eyebrow, coldly glared at Su Jin, and sneered, "Hmph! Save her? She's just a waste of the Prime Minister's Mansion's resources. It's better if she's dead. She dares to dream of marrying Prince Yimo. How dare she!"

Lan Yanrou's voice was too loud, and Lan Yanrou abruptly opened her eyes. They were bright and clear, but within their depths, a chilling glint of bloodlust emerged.

"Get out of here!"

Suddenly, a cold voice cut through the air from behind Su Jin. Su Jin heard Lan Yanrou's voice and slowly turned her head, her eyes widening in shock. Her face instantly drained of color, leaving her as pale as paper.

"Mi-mi-miss..."

"She's... she's pretending to be a corpse!"