The instant before the sedan chair’s curtain was lifted, Xie Yuantang decisively feigned unconsciousness.
Survival rule number one in the apocalypse: If you can’t win, run. If you can’t outrun them, lay low!
She didn’t understand this dynasty, her current small body was only nine years old and covered in injuries; she could only develop stealthily.
Having made up her mind, Xie Yuantang let the old mammy carry her out of the sedan chair. A moment later, she felt herself being placed on a bed.
With a creak, the door closed, and everything fell silent.
Xie Yuantang opened her eyes.
Hmm, a decorated Wedding Chamber, a Wedding Bed, and a male corpse lying beside it.
All the key elements were in place.
It was just that this male corpse was far too handsome, and his face wasn’t bluish or sunken. He didn’t quite fit the profile for a zombie movie.
After her silent evaluation, Xie Yuantang was about to sit up, but the pain was so intense that her arms gave out and she fell back again.
Pain!
It wasn’t just the pain from the whip wounds; her internal organs were all aching!
Had she been poisoned?
Xie Yuantang swallowed a mouthful of coppery sweetness. Her small, pale face was covered in a cold sweat, but her eyes grew sharp.
Datura. The poison would only take effect several hours after ingestion, starting from the internal organs and slowly eating away at a person’s viscera, bones, and blood.
Was it from that bowl of Dumbness Drug? Or had someone else poisoned the original owner of this body?
Xie Yuantang bit her lip, slowly enduring the wave of excruciating pain, a cold smile playing on her lips.
Since she, Xie Yuantang, had transmigrated here, not even the heavens could take her life!
What Datura poison? In the face of an apocalyptic boss, it was nothing!
Xie Yuantang calmed her breathing and closed her eyes. With a thought, her consciousness appeared in the Space Research Institute.
Thank goodness, thank goodness she had a cheat!
In the apocalypse, the environment where humans lived had been ravaged by zombies, so personal pocket dimensions were no longer a rarity.
When she had first woken up in the sedan chair, she had specifically checked. The zombie research institute from her apocalyptic base had transmigrated with her!
Her lovely zombies were currently standing neatly at the institute’s entrance, “welcoming” her home!
Xie Yuantang walked into the institute, first grabbing her customary silver needles, then taking a small bottle of medicine and a few vials of Nutrient Solution from a glass cabinet.
After grabbing her things, she turned around to see her lovely zombies waiting in line for her instructions.
Xie Yuantang walked over, pulled off Zombie No. 1’s head and put it back on, then detached Zombie No. 2’s arm and stuffed it into Zombie No. 3’s mouth.
“So well-behaved. I’ll give you all something good to eat later~”
The zombies all shivered in unison. They feared this sentence from Xie Yuantang the most. Who in the entire apocalypse didn’t know that Xie Yuantang was a psycho!
Her idea of “something good to eat” was, in fact, more terrifying than death.
Oh, wait, they were already dead.
After doing all this, Xie Yuantang was about to head back to the dissection room when her consciousness suddenly blurred, and she found herself out of the Space Research Institute.
Xie Yuantang sighed. This body was still too weak; her consciousness couldn’t leave it for too long. Fortunately, she had brought the medicine out.
She opened the medicine bottle and took out an Antidote Pill and a Nutrient Solution, swallowing them.
The Antidote Pill could even neutralize zombie toxins and neurotoxins from mutated plants, let alone the minor poison currently in her body.
The Nutrient Solution flowed through her meridians, repairing the whip wounds on her body. In no time, she could already feel the injuries starting to scab over from the inside.
Xie Yuantang glanced down at the remaining Nutrient Solution. Just two more vials would be enough to completely heal these external wounds.
Unfortunately, she had a use for these scars at the moment.
After all, when it was time for revenge, she had to check them one by one. If she missed a lash or struck crookedly, she would have to make up for it!
She was Xie. The Perfectionist. Yuantang!
Xie Yuantang got off the bed and jumped a couple of times, lifting her short little legs in satisfaction. “The poison is neutralized, the wounds are more than halfway healed, and I can speak again. It would be such a shame if a voice this pleasant became mute!”
After a pause, she snorted coldly. “But Wei Lian’s voice is so grating. It would be quieter if she were poisoned mute!”
But that was a matter for the future. As for now…
Xie Yuantang’s gaze shifted to the “male corpse” on the bed.
Recalling what Wei Lian had said, this must be the person she was meant to perform the Chong Xi for—the Fifth Prince, Si Tu Yan.
Age eighteen, born a fool, and when his madness acted up, he became a bloodthirsty killer, like a savage beast.
Xie Yuantang recalled the rumors about Si Tu Yan from the original owner’s memory and poked his face with some doubt. “You’re so good-looking, you don’t seem like it.”
Huh?
Xie Yuantang looked at her finger. His body was warm. He wasn’t completely dead yet?
If he wasn’t completely dead, he could still be saved. Xie Yuantang hadn’t forgotten what the Xie family had said. She was here for a Chong Xi. If Si Tu Yan died, her own little life would be forfeit as well.
Xie Yuantang’s mind raced as her small hand took Si Tu Yan’s pulse, her brow furrowing tighter and tighter.
This Si Tu Yan’s condition was even more complicated than hers. Several types of old, potent poisons were layered inside him, including neurotoxins. No wonder they said he was both foolish and mad; it was a miracle he had survived this long.
She had only used one Antidote Pill and one vial of Nutrient Solution to save herself. Now, to save Si Tu Yan, she simply shoved the rest of the Antidote Pills and Nutrient Solution into his mouth.
She then used silver needles to seal his organs, guiding the poison from his heart meridian to the area beneath his ribs.
Half an hour later, Xie Yuantang wiped the sweat from her forehead, panting. “Even the Antidote Pills can only temporarily break down a portion of the poison in your body. Just who did you offend? Even my zombies aren’t this toxic.”
“You’re lucky you ran into me. Count your stars!”
After all that, Xie Yuantang lay back on the bed, exhausted, her vision swimming.
Fortunately, she wouldn’t be dying for the time being. Xie Yuantang lay on the bed with her eyes open, beginning to plan her next steps.
She would definitely get her revenge, and she had to get her mother, Leng Yunwan, out of the Xie family.
But…
Xie Yuantang looked down at her own small, chubby arms and hands.
If she were in her late teens or twenties, she would have plenty of ways to do these things, but she was only nine now.
No one would listen to a nine-year-old child.
Xie Yuantang’s gaze lowered slightly.
She needed an identity, an identity that could stand against the Xie family.
Xie Yuantang glanced down at the wedding dress she was wearing, then turned to look at the unconscious Si Tu Yan, the corners of her lips curling up slightly.
This current identity of “Fifth Princess Consort” was quite suitable.
As her mind wandered, the mentally exhausted Xie Yuantang slowly drifted off to sleep. Just before she fell asleep, she was still thinking hazily that her foolish husband should wake up tomorrow. She wondered what kind of “fool” he was. He couldn’t be harder to handle than her zombies, could he?
…
The next day.
“Mmm… so itchy…”
Xie Yuantang, deep in sleep, suddenly mumbled and rubbed her eyes with her small hands.
The next second, her eyelashes fluttered again, as if a feather was constantly tickling her, light and itchy.
“Sleepy… go away, feather…”
Xie Yuantang raised her hand to grab the “feather,” but unexpectedly caught a long, slender finger. She jolted and her eyes flew open.
“My lady, you’re awake!”
A handsome face, magnified, suddenly appeared before her. Xie Yuantang froze for a moment before recognizing him as her foolish husband, Si Tu Yan.
And the feather wreaking havoc on her eyelashes was his finger!
“Don’t call me ‘my lady’!”
Xie Yuantang glared at him, not realizing that her large, dark eyes held no menace at all and were, in fact, quite adorable.
“What should I call you if not my lady?”
Si Tu Yan blinked his peach-blossom eyes, tilted his head in thought, and then had a flash of inspiration. “Wifey!”
“…”