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Zhao He climbed onto the altar.

The priest kindly made a confirmation before taking action.

"Life or death?"

Zhao He returned with a beaming smile.

"You have the wealth."

When he closed his eyes, the priest was still nagging, "There are many who have run away from marriage, this is the first time I've seen you so reckless."

"I said, don't regret it."

Then the light exploded and a soulless body appeared on the altar.

Zhao He regretted it. He regretted it very much.

Zhao He had done his homework for this matter. He knew that the first thing he did when he woke up was to shout, "Who am I? Where am I? How come I don't remember Yun Yun?"

She had even thought that the worst thing about it was that it was still the priest's smiling face that deserved a beating. "That, Your Highness. "Looking at the weather today, it's not suitable for today. Why don't you come another day?"

However, she couldn't have imagined that the moment she opened her eyes, she would be lying under a man who raised her hand high above his head and was currently working hard on her body.

Even with his old age in his previous life added up, Zhao He had never seen such an alluring scene. He wanted to resist but didn't have the strength to do so. At this moment, he could only feel a strange numbness assaulting his body. He could not help but moan.

Finally, it ended with a low gasp from the man.

Zhao He closed his eyes and feigned death.

The man leisurely left her body. He elegantly picked up the clothes on the ground one by one and put them on. There were a few women's clothes which he threw at Zhao He out of good intentions.

"Put on your clothes and scram."

"I …"

The man shifted his gaze away from Zhao He and mocked, "The daughter of the Xie Clan is being raised so well. She's so honest and shameless, I'm afraid she's already learned how to act like a dog."

Zhao He's brain continued to fail. She sincerely thought about how simple it was to have her soul pierced. Right now, the script was too deep, she couldn't handle it.

When her mind went blank, the man was already dressed, bending over her with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. Zhao He firmly remembered his appearance.

The man's skin was fair and tender, and although his facial features were good-looking, they were too thin. It was obvious that he was a young master with a noble upbringing. His eyes, on the other hand, were slightly raised, like peach blossoms.

He used one finger to pick up a strand of hair from Zhao He's shoulder and softly said, "I won't choose you as my wife. You don't deserve it. Do you remember?"

After saying that, the man turned around and left.

While Zhao He was still packing his clothes, two maids pushed open the door. One of them carried a bowl of medicine, while the other held a basin of warm water.

One of the servants in purple could not help but look at her anxiously.

"This servant will accompany the young lady to drink the medicine."

The purple-clothed servant girl bent over, perfectly lowering her head to conceal the disgust in her eyes.

"..." "Oh."

Zhao He was like a marionette, waiting for someone to dress him and drink his medicine. After doing all this, he was pushed out to meet another girl.

This girl was dressed extravagantly. It seemed like her identity was not ordinary. When the maidservants by her side saw her, they all bowed and called out to her.

"Changshen elder sister, where did you run off to? Didn't you say you were going to play with Yaoqi?"

"I …"

Zhao Hekong opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. The purple-clothed servant girl beside her hurriedly said, "Princess, it's getting late. My Young Miss is going back."

Princess Yaoqi pursed her lips, a little unhappy. She held Zhao He's hand and said, "I told you about going to the Imperial Academy. You have to think about it …"

He was so dizzy until he was stuck in the carriage, "Miss? Miss, are you alright? " The violet-clothed servant girl followed him the entire way, and the worry in her eyes wasn't fake.

Zhao He tried to organize his words. "About that, who are you?" The purple clad servant girl looked at Zhao He in disbelief. "I'm Ling'er …"

Zhao He grabbed the girl's hand, his face full of sincerity.

"I have something to tell you, I hope you can hold on …"

"Yes, miss, please speak."

"Not only will we hold on, we'll keep it a secret."

"Good …" "What does the young mistress want to say?"

"I've lost my memory."

The original owner of Zhao He's body was a girl named Xie Zhangzhen. Yan Chang was born in June of the seventeenth year. The most bustling place in Yan Country was Yan City, while the most prosperous place in Yan City was the Xie Residence.

However, the prosperity of all this had nothing to do with this girl called Xie Zhangshen.

Even though her surname was Xie, she was the most despicable daughter of the Xie Clan.

"When Miss was born, the Grand Princess and the Marquis were engaged in a grand wedding. Madam was sent to the countryside by a piece of paper …"

Zhao He sighed lightly in his heart. Master Xie, for the sake of the family's honor and favor, you've forsaken your original body. This sort of scene, which used to appear often in movies, actually appeared in reality. It must have been difficult for the mother and daughter pair to live together.

On the day that Xie Zhangzhen died, his mother had tied a piece of white silk around the beams of her room to end him. As a mother, she deeply understood that her existence was a stain on the Eldest Princess.

The Xie Clan's bloodline would not be left out in the open. As expected, Xie Zhangzhen, who had been left as an orphan, was quickly taken back to the Xie Clan's carriage.

"Miss, you just need to remember that Madam can't just die in vain."

The carriage stopped shakily by an inconspicuous corner door. Xie Chang Shen stood up, but his legs were aching, and Ling'er tenderly supported him.

"Miss, this is the back door to the Xie Residence."

"Why do we have to go through the back door?"

Before Ling'er could explain, a sour voice cut in.

"After being taken out for a trip, I forgot my name?"

The sound of footsteps could be heard as a group of people walked over with a mocking expression on the face of the girl in the lead.

"Bitch, you still want to walk through the main entrance?" Then, without waiting for Xie Zhangzhen's reply, he continued mocking, "You're just a woman who can't see the light of day. I'm afraid you've never walked through the main gate in your life."

Ling'er tugged at Xie Zhangzhen's sleeve and quietly suggested, "This is the daughter of the second wife of the Xie estate, Xie Zhangyue."

Xie Qianshen didn't have a favorable impression of this rude woman. Just as he was about to make a detour, that person ran over and blocked his path.

"Thank you, Zhang Shen. The Matriarch invites you to a meeting in the main hall."

"Second Miss, our young miss is already very tired. Can you allow us to go back and change …?"

"Pah!" Xie Zhangyue caressed his hands as if he was in pain and sneered, "You ungrateful girl, do you still want the princess to wait for you?"

Ling'er covered her face, not daring to say another word.

"Pah!" This slap was exceptionally resounding, but it did not originate from Xie Zhangyue.

Xie Chang Xin imitated Xie Chang Yue's movements, stroking her hands. Looking at the stunned Xie Chang Yue, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Didn't you say that the mistress is inviting me to discuss some matters? Why aren't you leading the way?"