“Mm…”
Red candles burned brightly as shadows intertwined behind the gauze curtains.
Shang Mijun abruptly opened her eyes. She had actually been reborn on the night of her wedding.
Well… wonderful!
【Whoa! A live sex show! What grudge does your husband have against you that he’s fooling around with another woman on your wedding night?】
A clear, teasing male voice rang out in Shang Mijun’s mind.
This male ghost had entered the Rebirth Cycle with her. She had no idea what had gone wrong, but he had somehow ended up inside her body, creating a case of Two Souls in One Body.
Shang Mijun had gone from resisting him to helplessly accepting the situation.
The male ghost had never imagined that he would return home in such a manner either.
Unable to conceal his shock, he decided to observe the situation first.
Shang Mijun turned to look at the two filthy bodies on the bridal bed and replied coldly in her mind:
【No. That woman is the husband I married…】
Xie Zhaoqing!
Xie Zhaoqing had entered the academy disguised as a man, where she had made a great name for herself and fallen in love with Xiao Jing of the General’s Residence.
To help Xie Zhaoqing conceal her identity as a woman, Xiao Jing had arranged for his younger sister—Shang Mijun—to marry Xie Zhaoqing.
Shang Mijun was the Xiao family’s adopted daughter. She had cried, begged, and even attempted suicide, but Xiao Jing remained unmoved. He had merely said coldly:
“Consider it something you’re doing for me. After marrying into the Xie family, you must take good care of Zhaoqing.”
Xie Zhaoqing had always hated the “childhood sweetheart” by Xiao Jing’s side. Once Shang Mijun fell into her hands, she suffered endless abuse and humiliation.
Kneeling as punishment, slaps to the face, beatings with a whip… All of them were everyday occurrences.
Her mother-in-law had forced her to put on a thin veil and go please Xie Zhaoqing. When Xie Zhaoqing saw her, she had burst into laughter, shoved her in front of Xiao Jing, and humiliated her like a brothel prostitute.
Later, Xie Zhaoqing had inexplicably changed her attitude, and that night, Shang Mijun became pregnant with a son.
When the boy was seven, he accidentally fell into the water and was on the verge of death. Enraged, Xie Zhaoqing had beaten Shang Mijun to death with an iron whip soaked in salt water.
Only after her death did Shang Mijun learn that she was the green-tea supporting female character in a romance novel centered on Xie Zhaoqing and Xiao Jing.
Xie Zhaoqing was a heroic female protagonist, valiant and dashing. Disguised as a man, she had fallen in love with Xiao Jing. Together, they had dominated the imperial court—their romance a perfectly matched love story.
The green-tea supporting female character beside the male protagonist was always detestable. Naturally, a decisive heroine like Xie Zhaoqing would never spare Shang Mijun, that loathsome green tea.
Thus, every act of violence Xie Zhaoqing inflicted upon her was treated as a cathartic, satisfying scene in the novel.
Because the supporting female character secretly loved the male protagonist, she deserved to die ten thousand times over.
Even the child Shang Mijun had raised with her own hands was actually the bastard child of Xiao Jing and Xie Zhaoqing.
As for her biological child, Xie Zhaoqing had dismissed him as “a lump of rotten flesh.” He had been thrown away to feed the dogs immediately after birth.
“Shang Mijun, that idiot… She couldn’t have heard us, could she?”
Xie Zhaoqing looked toward the motionless figure lying on the floor.
“Don’t worry about her. She took sleeping medicine and won’t wake up. Tonight is our wedding night.”
Xiao Jing’s voice was hoarse and low.
“Shang Mijun likes you so much. You really don’t want this little childhood sweetheart anymore?”
There was a hint of smugness in Xie Zhaoqing’s voice.
“Being able to help you conceal your identity is her good fortune…”
【Bastard!】
The male ghost cursed furiously. He had never expected the nephew he had watched grow up to be a woman—and such a shameless one at that.
Unbelievable!
Shang Mijun paused slightly. 【Why are you so worked up?】
She had never expected the first person to sympathize with her to be a male ghost. The feeling in her heart was indescribable.
【What if I told you that my father and elder brother died saving Xiao Jing, and that was why the Xiao family adopted me?】
And Xiao Jing, an ungrateful wretch like him—what right did he have to be the male protagonist?
The male ghost became even more indignant.
【Come on, give me control of your body. I’m no great fighter, but I do know a few moves.】
Shang Mijun immediately grew wary. Could he be planning to seize control of her body?
It seemed she had better guard against this wandering ghost of unknown origin!
【No need. I have my own way.】
She would make this adulterous pair suffer ruin and eternal damnation!
Shang Mijun quietly removed her cumbersome wedding robes, feeling much lighter. She then took a pill from her waist and placed it inside the censer.
It was the Aphrodisiac Incense her wet nurse had forcibly stuffed into her hands. Shang Mijun despised Xie Zhaoqing, and when the wet nurse saw how reluctant she was, she had insisted, declaring that the wedding night absolutely had to be consummated.
Shang Mijun had accepted it only unwillingly. She had never expected it to come in handy.
Since they were already so overwhelmed by lust, why not make things even crazier?
After doing all this, Shang Mijun slipped out of the bridal chamber. The glance she cast back was cold and sinister.
By now, night had fallen, but the front courtyard was still filled with the clinking of cups and toasting. The banquet had yet to end.
“Help! Someone, hurry and save my husband!”
When she reached the front courtyard, Shang Mijun put on a panicked expression. She snatched a wine jug from a servant and smashed it on the ground. The abrupt, crisp sound of shattering porcelain drew the attention of every guest.
“Isn’t that the bride? Why did she run out dressed like that?”
“What happened to Brother Qing?”
Everyone began asking questions at once.
Shang Mijun took a deep breath, her eyes reddening as she cried anxiously:
“My husband got drunk and collapsed on the bed. A man is riding on top of him, and my husband keeps screaming! Everyone, hurry and save him!”
The moment she finished speaking, everyone’s expressions changed. They stared at one another in confusion.
What… What did she mean?
Why did that sound so strange?
Was it the meaning they were imagining?
Or was the bride so panicked that she had mixed up her words and caused them to overthink?
It was such an unspeakable matter that no one dared show anything unusual, lest the others make fun of them. Instead, they asked with concern:
“Who’s beating Brother Qing? Why didn’t you pull them apart?”
Shang Mijun burst into even more tears and shouted:
“I couldn’t see clearly. From the voices, it sounded like my elder brother Xiao Jing! The two of them stripped off their clothes and were fighting fiercely on the bed. I didn’t dare pull them apart…”
Then Shang Mijun appeared puzzled again and spoke timidly:
“I truly don’t know what sort of disagreement they had, so I secretly ran out to ask everyone for help!”
Silence!
An eerie silence!
The more delicate-skinned female guests instantly flushed crimson, their cheeks practically dripping blood. The men’s expressions were none too pleasant either, each one more colorful than the last.
If they had previously suspected that their own thoughts were too filthy and that they had merely misunderstood, now the matter was beyond doubt.
Of course, there were also some innocent and ignorant people who had no idea what she meant.
Although they did not understand, plenty of people did.
The current emperor had expressly prohibited “sodomy,” condemning it as “inhuman” and “against human relations.”
If it became known that a family’s son had such a proclivity, his official career would be over, and he would become a laughingstock throughout society.
“Please, everyone…”
Shang Mijun acted as though she failed to notice everyone’s strange expressions. Her voice carried a sob, and her beautiful, limpid eyes brimmed with sparkling tears.
Even her delicate body trembled as she half-covered her lips with a silk handkerchief, looking so pitiful that anyone would feel sorry for her.
Green tea, was it?
Shang Mijun had not originally understood the meaning of the term, but after recalling the things Xie Zhaoqing had cursed her with in her previous life, she had a general idea.
Affected and artificial, weak and innocent, habitually using tears as a weapon—that was what it meant to be green tea.
Then she would carry the term “green tea” through to the end!
Shang Mijun wanted to see how this “heroine” Xie Zhaoqing could continue acting valiant and dashing after being labeled someone’s little lover.
【Whoa!】
If the male ghost had possessed a body, he would certainly have been staring wide-eyed with his face flushed red. This woman was far too good at making things up!
She could invent such unspeakable details without even blushing or missing a beat?
And in front of everyone?
He was now incredibly curious to see what else this woman with such remarkable acting skills could do.
“What? My husband is my elder brother’s little lover? No… Impossible! You’re all talking nonsense. I don’t believe you!”
Shang Mijun put on another performance, clutching her head in despair.
In reality, no one had said anything of the sort.
【You were thinking about taking control of my body just now, weren’t you?】
The male ghost had been thoroughly enjoying the show when the question suddenly caught him off guard.
【Huh?】
Shang Mijun’s tone was difficult to decipher. 【I’ll give it to you.】
【Really?】 The male ghost was delighted.
What happened next left everyone aghast, throwing the entire scene into chaos!
Shang Mijun slammed her head into a pillar. With a loud bang, she collapsed to the ground, her fate unknown.
【Ahhh! Are you even human?!】
The only thing echoing through her mind was the male ghost’s anguished wail.
“Someone’s dying!” someone shouted.
And so, a wedding banquet that night rocked the entire capital. Yet an even more spectacular show was about to begin…