Detective Ghost Empress - Chapter 362 - I will shoot you dead nanny —-2

Do people chase greatness, or does greatness chase us?

Su Yan was reborn and returned to the day she was betrothed!

In her previous life, her grandfather had been accused of colluding with the enemy and treason. After he unjustly died in prison, the Su Family’s eldest branch fell from grace. The Su Family’s second branch swooped in and seized control, and her cousin snatched her fiancé away. The same cousin also plotted to marry her off to the Prince of Guangping, whose days were numbered.

It was only when she was slandered by her cousin for climbing into her former fiancé’s bed, accused of incest, and beaten to death by the Old Madam of the Prince’s mansion, that she found out that the entire eldest branch of the Su family had long been exterminated!

Su Yan wanted to change everything in this life!

The vicious cousin said, “Sister, on the day of my wedding with Brother Lingyu, you must come!

Su Yan smiled. “Of course. I’m engaged to the Prince of Guangping. If you marry his nephew, you’ll have to call me aunt. I’m still waiting for you to serve me tea!

Scumbag ex-fiancé said, “Su Yan, you’re both daughters of the Su family. Your sister is gentle and kind, but you’re so evil!

Su Yan sneered. “I have something even more vicious. Do you want to try it?

Su Yan had especially found Soul Returning Pills to give to her future husband. She wanted to cure Prince Guangping, who also happened to be her childhood savior!

However, is this medicine not too effective? He had just taken it and it was already able to restore a man who had injured his body to its original state?

Looking at the man who was undressing in front of her, Su Yan stuttered, “Prince, what… what are you doing?

The prince said, “Madam, of course, I want you to see the effects!

The next day, Su Yan held her aching waist.

Persona:

Su Yan: Pretty and smart, vengeful and protective.

Gu Ruoyun: He has a cold personality and likes small animals. He often treats Su Yan like a little rabbit and is soft-hearted.

The Mu family, who wanted to marry the young patriarch of the Huo family at the beginning, had no way out because the heads of the two families who had a good relationship in the past swore a heart oath.

So, the wedding was held as scheduled. Although the oath could not be violated, it did not specify the name of the person to marry.

So, the Mu family replaced the young man lady of the Mu family with Mu Qing Lan, a child from the side branch to pack up and get married.

Huo Jue, the useless man whose spiritual platform has collapsed, knew that his bride had changed, and the new bride was also planted with puppet voodoo.

Huo Jue also knew about the fact that the Mu family wanted to let her steal the Huo family’s top-grade magic item.

One month into their marriage, the little puppet sneaked into Huo Jue’s room in the middle of the night and hurriedly moved to Huo Jue’s bedside.

What Huo Jue was waiting for was for the puppet of the Mu family to show her true colors. He was lying on the bed while breathing slowly, and his subordinates were all outside the door, waiting for his signal.

As long as the puppet dared to touch the spiritual item on his neck, she would be taken down on the spot.

Unexpectedly, the puppet approached Huo Jue, half-kneeled, lowered her head to follow Huo Jue’s hand that was placed in front of her and kissed his fingertips warmly.

Then she got up, jumped three times on the spot, and danced silently in the room like a madman.

Huo Jue, “…”

The subordinate who was ready to catch the thief, “…”

——Mu Qing Lan, “The person who I married is my male god.”

- Description from Novelupdates

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.