Chapter 1: The Princess from the Immortal Cultivation World

The Jin Wangfu was holding a grand wedding; red silk hung everywhere, filled with a festive atmosphere.

Suddenly, a shrill, piercing female voice tore through the sky, but the passing servants only lowered their heads, pretending they hadn't heard a thing.

In the main room, a woman wearing a bright red bridal gown was being tightly strangled by a strip of white silk. She struggled desperately, but could only emit a hoarse, crying sound.

"Let go... Your Highness Jin Wang, save, save..."

The sound squeezed from Lin Qingyue's throat was broken and helpless.

Her red bridal gown was soaked with fresh blood, and the skin exposed to the air was torn and raw, terrifying to behold.

At this moment, she wished more than anything that Jin Wang—her newlywed husband—would appear to save her from danger.

"Heh! At death's door, you still dare to call for my brother?" Princess Qing'an, who was sitting to the side elegantly eating snacks, sneered and leaned in close.

Her clear, pleasant voice sounded as if it were laced with poison: "On your wedding night, he would rather go to the Hou Mansion to fuss over your good sister than touch your lowly body!"

"Your whole family is also comforting your sister; even if you died, no one would ask a single question."

Lin Qingyue's pupils shrank, her hands waved weakly in the air, and then she went limp, though her phoenix eyes remained wide open, shedding bloody tears.

It was the Hou Mansion that had personally brought her to the capital, claiming she was their biological daughter, yet they despised and belittled her at every turn!

The day she risked her life to save Dongfang Yan, he had also said he would protect and repay her for the rest of his life, yet in the end, this was how they treated her!

She hated them!

The woman on the ground stopped moving. A maid stepped forward to check her breath, her face turning pale: "Princess, the Princess Consort has no breath left. Wh-what should we do?"

Having killed someone with her own hands, Princess Qing'an was not the least bit flustered; she curled the corners of her lips.

"Go outside and grab a beggar. When my brother returns, just say she was promiscuous and was secretly meeting a wild man on her wedding night. After being discovered by this Junzhu, she felt so ashamed that she hanged herself! Anyway, she is already notorious, and even her own family dislikes her; no one will investigate further just because of one more charge!"

"Yes, Junzhu!" After hearing this, Chunmei immediately went to carry out the task.

Princess Qing'an was about to go out and call someone to hang Lin Qingyue's corpse from the rafters when suddenly a gust of eerie wind blew, and the room door slammed shut with a bang.

The only remaining candle in the room extinguished, and darkness instantly descended.

From behind came a rustling sound, the sound of fabric shaking, as if someone were slowly crawling up from the ground.

It was said that after a person died, if their resentment did not dissipate, they would turn into a ghost and return for revenge.

Could it be that that slut Lin Qingyue had... had turned into a ghost so quickly?

Princess Qing'an felt her scalp tingle and wanted to bolt out the door, but the damn door seemed welded to the frame and wouldn't open no matter what.

"Someone, come here!" Her usually arrogant voice was now tinged with panic.

No one responded.

Earlier, to teach Lin Qingyue a lesson, she had specifically sent away the guards at the door, and the only trusted maid she kept by her side had just been sent out on an errand.

Moonlight filtered through the gauze window, and the pitch-black bridal chamber fell into a clear light.

But Princess Qing'an became even more panicked, because the corner of her eye caught a long, narrow shadow standing up, the shadow covering her body like a water snake.

The door rattled with her shaking, but it still wouldn't open.

"Save... me, there's... a ghost!" Under the immense terror, her voice trembled.

"Hehe..." Two mocking laughs suddenly came from the darkness.

"You weren't panicked when you were killing me just now, so why do you know how to be afraid now?"

It was Lin Qingyue's voice, the lazy tone permeated with a murderous aura, unlike her usual gentle softness.

"I, I just wanted to teach you a lesson, who told you to overestimate yourself and covet my brother."

Mentioning "brother" inexplicably gave Princess Qing'an a bit more courage, and she roared: "You wild girl from the countryside, vulgar and common, you are simply not worthy of my brother! Whether you are human or ghost, I will not allow you to be the Jin Princess Consort!"

"Daring to clamor in front of this Seat, you're courting death!"

The voice behind her suddenly deepened, and the killing intent was revealed.

Before Princess Qing'an could react to why that woman suddenly referred to herself as "this Seat," she was grabbed by the back of the neck by a great force and lifted up.

She didn't even have time to scream before she was thrown out, crashing into the table along with the cups and saucers falling to the ground; the clattering sound was exceptionally pleasant in the silent night.

In the darkness, Lin Qingyue looked at her own hands and sighed: "The strength is actually this much weaker?"

If it were before, with one palm strike, a thousand peaks would collapse; with a flick of her finger, corpses would litter the field.

In the Immortal Cultivation World, who didn't fear her, Immortal Lord Qingyue?

But at this moment...

She looked around at the unfamiliar environment and quickly digested the strange memories that had appeared in her mind, then understood everything.

She, the number one female demon of the Immortal Cultivation World, Immortal Lord Qingyue, had transmigrated!

Transmigrated into... a loser.

The original owner had been unlucky since childhood, swapped at birth, and subjected to long-term abuse, covered in wounds.

Having finally returned to the Hou Mansion, before she could even see her biological father and mother, she was framed for pushing the fake daughter into the water.

To please her biological mother, she meticulously prepared a soup, only for someone to discover it was poisoned. From then on, her biological mother refused to be close to her.

To clear her name of being vulgar and ignorant of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, she practiced the zither secretly for over half a year without rest, wanting to perform at the flower-viewing banquet.

As a result, she played only one note before the strings snapped, the chair collapsed, and she fell off the stage in a sorry state, becoming the laughingstock of the entire capital.

The Jin Wang she risked her life to save on a snowy night was also devoted to the fake daughter and even turned the tables to frame her for stealing the credit.

All these things led to her bearing the reputation of being unfilial and bullying her sister.

Everyone said that of the two daughters of the Hou Mansion, one was a rare pearl, and the other was a stone in a cesspit.

At this time, the little loser finally knew how to resist.

On her father's birthday banquet, she used Lin Ruzhen's name to invite Jin Wang to a meeting, wanting to explain that she was the one who saved him that day.

As a result, when they woke up, they were in each other's arms, and the door was full of guests.

Even if nothing happened, it was already impossible to explain clearly.

An imperial edict came down, and Lin Qingyue became the Jin Princess Consort first.

The naive girl thought that as long as she became the Princess Consort, she would have a chance to tell Jin Wang that she was his savior and explain what happened that day.

On her wedding night, she waited alone in the bridal chamber, full of anxiety and expectation.

But in the end, what she welcomed was a fatal ending.

At this moment, Lin Qingyue's appearance had not changed, but her eyes and temperament were completely different.

"Sigh, what a poor little thing, suffered a lifetime of bitterness, only to be strangled to death, full of grievances with nowhere to tell."

For the original owner, Lin Qingyue felt no sympathy, only that she was pitifully weak.

When she was at her maiden home, she couldn't fight the green tea sister, and her relatives were estranged.

Having finally married into the Wangfu, she had no ability to protect herself.

However, although Immortal Lord Qingyue had ruled the Immortal Cultivation World brutally for more than a decade, she was someone who repaid kindness. Since she had taken over someone else's body, she naturally had to help the original owner take revenge and fulfill her obsession.

Although Princess Qing'an hadn't been thrown to death just now, one of her arms was broken, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't make a sound for a long time.

The moonlight was like a knife, piercing through the window lattice and landing on Lin Qingyue's beautiful face, but it was eerie and terrifying, as if an evil ghost had crawled out of the underworld to claim a life. ===== CHAPTER 2 =====