Sang Yuanyuan felt that she would probably become the shortest-lived book transmigrator in history.
Other cannon fodder could only live for a few episodes, but she was different. In this transmigrated book, the first sentence was written in black and white —
[Sang Yuanyuan is dead]
It was clearly arranged!
At this moment, she was quietly lying on an extremely comfortable cloud bed, waiting for her death.
Around the cloud bed, there was a fishnet curtain covered with translucent and colorful crystal threads. It was as thin as a cicada's wing, and the incomparably exquisite patterns seemed to be suspended in the air. There was a row of small jade bells at the top of the curtain, which occasionally made a pleasant tinkling sound.
It was luxurious but low-key, extravagant but not conspicuous.
Outside the curtain, there was a ball of golden light swaying back and forth. It was a woman with a plump figure.
Sang Yuanyuan knew her identity — You Zhou's King's Royal Sister, You Yingyue. She was a domineering, willful, arrogant, and reckless noble girl who did things without thinking of the consequences. She was also the Young Madam of the male lead, Han Shaoling, and the vicious second female lead.
It was her, the white moonlight Sang Yuanyuan who poisoned Han Shaoling to death.
Sang Yuanyuan felt that she might have accidentally dug up the ancestral grave of the Heavenly Dao, which was why she was dealt with again and again.
First, she was struck by lightning while walking on the road. She died charred on the outside and tender on the inside. Then, without stopping, she transmigrated into the novel she was reading and became the short-lived white moonlight of the male lead who died at the beginning of the novel.
Soon, the second female lead, You Yingyue, would pour a pot of poisoned wine into her stomach.
Sang Yuanyuan did not want to die again.
Who could save her?
The male lead, Han Shaoling, could not be counted on. This dog of a man brought back a woman who looked exactly like Sang Yuanyuan. At this moment, he was pressing down on her bedroom and pampering her. If there were no accidents, they would definitely fight until dawn.
You Yingyue was angry because of this matter, so she came to Sang Yuanyuan to vent her anger.
As for the guards in the palace … Since You Yingyue could appear here with her entourage, it meant that she had dealt with the guards outside and no one would come in to cause trouble.
Anyway, in the original work, Sang Yuanyuan died silently. It was not until the female lead, Meng Wuyou, used this matter to completely overthrow You Yingyue that people found out that Sang Yuanyuan was poisoned to death.
If she wanted to live, she could only save herself.
"Are you done? You Yingyue's voice was extremely impatient. Why don't you just poison him to death? What can Han Lang do to me? "
A hoarse female voice replied respectfully, "Young Madam, please don't be impatient. This is a matter of great importance. We must not leave any flaws behind. I'll temper it for a while to ensure that no matter who inspects the corpse in the future, they won't be able to find any problems. This way, it won't affect the relationship between the Young Madam and His Majesty … "
A bitter smile hung on the old woman's face.
Her master never cared about the consequences of her actions. As a servant, she didn't dare to go crazy with her.
She saw that the old woman's palm was burning with a ball of fire, burning the silver wine pot until it sizzled.
Sang Yuanyuan looked at this fantasy scene and didn't want to die even more.
Immortal cultivation! This was a fantasy of immortal cultivation!
But whether she wanted to die or not was not up to her.
Her current situation was worse than a fish on a chopping board. The fish could still jump around, but she was like a monkey trapped in a hollow wooden puppet.
This body was seriously injured and poisoned. Her soul had already scattered, but she didn't die and was being well nourished.
Until today, when Sang Yuanyuan transmigrated.
She flopped around from morning to midnight, and finally opened her eyes and mouth.
Before she had time to be happy, she saw the maids in the hall fall to the ground one by one. Then, You Yingyue brought people in and prepared to poison her to death.
The taste of waiting for death was really hard to describe in a few words.
Sang Yuanyuan still wanted to struggle.
Her throat was like a piece of hard wood. After gathering her strength for a long time, she finally spat out a few dry and unclear words.
"If I die, Han … will think of me for a lifetime. What he can't have … is the best. "
Although her voice was soft, it clearly passed into the ears of the two people in the hall.
You Yingyue pulled open the fishnet curtain, a pair of white more than black eyes staring at Sang Yuanyuan.
She was dressed like a dazzling golden peacock.
Sang Yuanyuan was almost blinded when he saw the cloud-like veil, but now that the veil was lifted, he was almost blinded.
You Yingyue sneered: "Awake? You're actually awake?! Very good! Since you're awake, then I'll let you die with understanding. "
Before the villain killed someone, they had to talk a lot. This was a traditional custom.
Sang Yuanyuan sincerely blinked her eyes, indicating that she was willing to be the most patient listener.
You Yingyue narrowed her eyes and stared at Sang Yuanyuan for a while. Her plump red lips moved, and every word was filled with endless hatred: "I married Han Lang for five years, a whole five years! I loved him so much, so much! We were so good at the beginning, but what happened in the end? Ever since I met you, everything changed! If you didn't deliberately seduce him, how could my Han Lang be unfaithful! Just for this, you deserve to die! "
Speaking of the past, You Yingyue's beautiful face couldn't help but slightly twist. She stretched out a golden fake nail and poked Sang Yuanyuan's cheek.
"So what if you're beautiful! It's not enough that you stole Han Lang's heart, you also want to steal the position of the official wife, and step on You Yingyue's head! Keep dreaming! "
There was a strong fragrance of cosmetics in her mouth, and waves of it blew on Sang Yuanyuan's face.
Sang Yuanyuan put himself in You Yingyue's shoes and realized that she was indeed quite pitiful. If it were her with a bad temper, she would definitely chop up the scumbag and his mistress!
You Yingyue continued to sneer: "I'm not afraid to tell you that the assassination on the day of the wedding was arranged by me. The target wasn't Han Lang, but you! Ha, I didn't expect you to be so infatuated. You haven't even married into the family and you're already willing to block a knife for Han Lang. How amazing! How is it? You've been poisoned by my You Yingyue's unique Wood Poison, isn't it worse than death? Forget it, I'll take pity on you and help you free yourself! "
She didn't know if she was angry or excited. Her eyes were wide open, and her body was trembling non-stop. The golden light around her made Sang Yuanyuan dizzy.
Sang Yuanyuan said angrily: "It's useless. He'll find a replacement. He'll never forget me. "
You Yingyue narrowed her eyes, and her expression was like a fox: "I know. Isn't he doting on that woman who looks like you, Meng Wuyou! I want him to know that when he was having sex with that woman, you, Sang Yuanyuan, died! In the future, when he sees that woman's face, he'll think of you, and then think of your death. When he thinks of how you died when he was having sex with that woman — — let's see if he can still sleep in the future! "
Sang Yuanyuan was shocked.
Who said that this was a brainless and vicious second female lead?! There seemed to be no problem with this logic!
In the book, after Sang Yuanyuan died, the male lead, Han Shaoling, did not touch the female lead, Meng Wuyou, for some time. But man proposes, God disposes. No matter how much the second female lead struggled, she couldn't resist the melodramatic golden finger that the plot god had arranged for the female lead.
"No," Sang Yuanyuan said weakly. "You don't see the essence. You have to solve the problem from the root. "
You Yingyue narrowed her eyes.
The old woman behind her said: "Young Mistress, the poison has been prepared. You can send her on her way."
Sang Yuanyuan felt her heart suddenly drop.
When the word 'death' came to her head, who would be afraid? Especially someone who had died once, she knew the great horror of the moment between life and death.
You Yingyue took the poisoned wine and slowly pulled her lower lip: "You can beg me. I'll give you a chance to say something. If you can coax me to my satisfaction, I'll spare you."
Her eyes were dark and calm, and the corners of her lips raised in a mocking arc.
Sang Yuanyuan knew that You Yingyue did not have the option of 'letting her go' in her heart. This sentence was Sang Yuanyuan's last words. She could either die with a bit of courage, or she could die pitifully with no hope of begging.
Just one sentence.
Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath, and then said without pausing: "I don't like Han Shaoling at all. I was forced to marry him. As long as I let him know that my heart belongs to someone else, he will fly into a rage out of humiliation. He won't even want Meng Wuyou!"
Just one sentence, in one breath.
You Yingyue was stunned for three seconds. Her eyes flashed a few times, and finally, she handed the silver wine pot to the old woman behind her.
"Really?" Her eyes were dark.
"Really!" Sang Yuanyuan's eyes were firm.
You Yingyue looked at her for a while, and the corners of her lips raised in a mocking smile: "Impossible. Han Lang is unparalleled in the world. There is no other person in the world with his appearance, strength, wealth, and status. Even Emperor Tiandu once joked that if she was not married, she would not miss such a good husband! You've seen Han Lang, how could you possibly take a fancy to someone else?! ' You lied to me. Wine! "
You Yingyue stretched out a hand behind her, and the old woman hurriedly handed over the silver pot.
"There is!" Sang Yuanyuan struggled.
You Yingyue pinched open her wooden lips, and her face came close. A pair of beautiful eyes were dipped in poison, patrolling Sang Yuanyuan's face.
"Good, make up a name for me to hear. If I haven't heard of it, or if it's some random cat or dog, then don't blame me for being impolite. "
Her other hand touched the handle of the silver pot.
Sang Yuanyuan said: "Everything is better than him."
This time, not only was You Yingyue laughing, even the old woman behind her couldn't help but laugh. She shook her head and said: "My lord is publicly recognized as the most handsome man in the world. Before the age of thirty, he took the throne, and ruled over a province, and tens of thousands of people bowed their heads. He is also a peerless powerhouse at the eighth layer of the Spiritual Realm. How can there be a man better than my lord?! If you say this, you'll be a joke for no reason! "
"There is." Sang Yuanyuan was still insistent.
The certainty in her eyes made You Yingyue have an ominous premonition in her heart.
Without waiting for You Yingyue's thoughts, Sang Yuanyuan's wooden lips curved into an almost invisible smile.
"You, brother."
The soft voice was like thunder.
You Yingyue suddenly shuddered, and the old woman behind her also shuddered.
At the place where their fingers touched, the silver pot filled with poisoned wine fell to the ground with a clang.
In an instant, a large piece of the pure white carpet on the ground was smeared.
This sentence was really … too frightening.
You Yingyue was her brother.
You Province's King.
You Yingyue's plump body began to tremble like a leaf in the wind.
The old woman behind her hurriedly prostrated herself on the ground, as if she had heard some terrible news and was about to be silenced.
The smile in Sang Yuanyuan's eyes was very harmless, "Isn't that right?"
You Yingyue suddenly covered her red lips, her chest violently rising and falling. In her peach blossom eyes, her pupils shrank to almost indiscernible, and even her eyes were trembling.
Sang Yuanyuan added fuel to the fire, "I admire your brother. Don't tell me you think he's inferior to Han Shaoling?"
You Yingyue almost fainted.
The old woman carelessly put her hands on the ground, trying to collect the poisoned wine that had seeped into the carpet.
She couldn't help but murmur, "Young Madam, quickly, quickly kill her. If these words spread out, if they spread out …"
You Yingyue was probably too shocked, and gradually calmed down.
She took a few deep breaths, looking at Sang Yuanyuan as if she was staring at a scourge, "You, admire, that person?"
She didn't dare to mention his name, not even daring to say 'my brother'.
"That's right." Sang Yuanyuan said.
You Ying Yue rolled her eyes, as if she couldn't catch her breath.
That person, how to say it?
Most of the topics related to him were taboo. Among them, familial love and marriage were absolutely taboo topics that made people's expressions change.
Even in private, no one dared to talk about it.
'You Zhou's King', these three words, as long as one's mind turned, it was like there was a bloody smell entangling one's soul, and it wouldn't go away for three days.
It could be seen how heavy the shadow of the villain Demon King had cast on the eighteen prefectures of Cloud Realm.
Sang Yuanyuan said, "Little sister, if you have the antidote for the wood poison, why don't you let me use it? Being trapped here for so long, I miss your brother to death. "
You Yingyue just wanted to die on the spot.
She glared at Sang Yuanyuan. After a while, a trace of ruthlessness flashed through her eyes, "Okay, I'll help you send a message to … Brother Wang! If you dare to trick me, I'll set a fire and burn you alive! Go, bring me my jade scroll! "
The last sentence was said to the old woman behind her.
In this world, long distance messages were sent using jade scrolls that were engraved with talismans in advance. Point to point, it would be scrapped once.
When she left You Zhou, You Yingyue put away the jade scroll that was still stained with blood at the bottom of her makeup, and she hadn't touched it for five years.
The identity of You Zhou's King's Royal Sister allowed You Yingyue to be tyrannical outside, unscrupulous. But in this world, if there was someone who was most afraid of that man, it would be her.
That was the deepest fear that would accompany her for the rest of her life.
However, if there was something that could make people temporarily forget fear, it would be love and jealousy.
The jade scroll was quickly sent over.
After five years, You Yingyue's hand finally trembled. She broke that green and sparkling jade scroll, and then with a trembling voice, she said towards the other end that was as silent and gloomy as hell, "Sang Yuanyuan said that she admires imperial brother."
Then, like avoiding the plague, she threw the jade scroll at Sang Yuanyuan's face.
The blood had already seeped into the jade, and a faint fishy smell lingered at the tip of Sang Yuanyuan's nose.
The jade scroll emitted a faint green light.
Sang Yuanyuan had no other choice.
"Yes," she said softly to the jade scroll, "It's like this, I like you, King You Zhou."
After a long, long time.
A lazy and clear voice floated out of the jade scroll. It was extremely pleasant to the ear, and seemed to carry a hint of a smile.
"Okay."
The jade scroll shattered into dust.
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