C2 Don't Spout Nonsense

Her room was dark and smelly, and she hadn't changed her clothes for a long time. How could her body get better in such a harsh environment? Yan Yue had cleaned up the inside and outside after listening to her instructions. After Liu Weiliang finished her bath, she brought the porridge over.

After changing into a new inner garment, her long hair was still dripping wet, which was casually hanging down. Liu Weiliang suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen the true appearance of this body before, so he took out the copper mirror.

The face in the mirror was white and tender, no older than sixteen or seventeen years old, and its appearance was similar to hers.

Satisfied with this face, Liu Weiliang chuckled.

When Yan Yue came in, she was startled when she saw the cold smile on Liu Xian's face.

The Third Princess had been frowning ever since she got married. She had been angry and resentful all day, and her expression was quite ferocious. Her gaze was so fierce that even she didn't dare to look directly at her. But now, the Third Princess' smile was so pure, that there was no longer any hatred left in her.

But this was good as well. Perhaps her injury this time had allowed the third princess to think things through.

"Third Princess, the porridge is here." Yan Yue's tone subconsciously became a bit more gentle.

After eating the porridge, Liu Weiliang felt more energetic. However, it was too late now. He could think about what he wanted to do tomorrow. First, he had to have a good beauty sleep.

The next day, Liu Weiliang woke up early and said he was going out for a walk after breakfast.

Naturally, Yan Yue didn't dare say no. She immediately tidied up the outfit and helped Liu Weiliang change into it.

Looking at the clothes in her hands, then looking at the bright red rouge on the dressing table and the complicated hairpin, Liu Weiliang frowned without a trace: "Is this my usual appearance?"

Yan Yue nodded.

The clothes were a gorgeous bright red with complicated patterns embroidered on the hem with seven-tailed phoenixes. The rouge was a pink rouge that emitted a strong fragrance the moment it was opened. The hairpins were of all kinds and would probably be able to break one's neck if worn on one's head. This set of clothes on his body was simply vulgar!

"I'll get my makeup and hair myself. Change into a set of simple and elegant clothes for me." Liu Weiliang frowned.

Yan Yue did not understand and nodded her head.

Originally, in order to reveal his identity, Liu Weiliang had been famous all day long, and her elegant clothes were practically non-existent. The bright moon tossed and turned before finally finding a light blue dress.

Her hair was casually tied up with a ribbon and her face was covered in a thin layer of scented cream. Her blue silk dress made her skin as white as snow. "So beautiful."

Liu Weiliang smiled and said: "Let's go."

Yan Yue happily sighed, and was the first to turn around and walk out of the room.

Just as Liu Weiliang stood up, he heard Yanyue exclaim, "Third Marquis!"

She raised her long, shapely eyebrows. This cheap husband of hers had finally appeared?

The front door was dark, and a tall figure blocked the way out. Liu Weiliang squinted, and finally saw the person's face clearly.

Coincidentally, Nangong Chu was wearing a dark blue embroidered robe, coincidentally matching her. Nangong Chu was over 30 years old, but he didn't show any signs of his age. His face was like jade, his thin lips were pursed, and his pair of peach blossom eyes faintly shined with a vicious light.

Seeing Liu Weiliang's outfit, Nangong Chu was slightly surprised. He asked in disbelief: "Liu Weiliang?"

She leisurely brushed the hem of her skirt and slowly said, "That's me."

What kind of trick was this woman playing now!? Nangong Chu's eyes narrowed and he gave a cold smile, "You actually survived!"

"Thanks to your highness, I've come back to life." She felt that since she and Nangong Chu were on bad terms, she should continue to maintain her identity. As long as she had the status of the Third Princess, she could lead a good life. As for Nangong Chu, it had nothing to do with her who he wanted to marry.

Her indifferent attitude annoyed Nangong Chu. Nangong Chu coldly snorted and said, "It's fine if you come back to life, but I hope that you can clear your head and stop overestimating yourself. This king will not leave any face for you!"

Liu Weiliang mocked, "If the Prince had shown mercy, how could I have lain in bed half a month without dying?"

"You …"

This woman was still as arrogant and vicious as before!

Nangong Chu stepped forward and strangled her. He grudgingly squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "Liu Weiliang, if it wasn't because of …. I've already given up on you! "

Almost suffocating, Liu Weiliang still let out a mocking smile: "What? Your highness beat me to death once, and you still want to beat me to death twice? Don't forget, I am the Third Princess! "

He furiously withdrew his hand. "You are not worthy!"

"Whether you are worthy or not is not up to you to decide!"

The light in her eyes stunned Nangong Chu. This woman, she had never had such a firm and clear gaze before.

She had guessed from Yan Yue seeking a doctor to treat her wounds that Nangong Chu did not want her to die. The reason was very simple, behind her was the country of Liu Xiang and the empress. If she died, Nangong Chu would have to struggle in the imperial court. With these two backers, she could confidently provoke Nangong Chu. As long as they did not touch his weak spot, her life would not be in danger.

Indeed, even though Nangong Chu's eyes were extremely vicious, he still released his hand and coldly said in the end, "I heard that you've been sick for half a month and your sister is coming to visit you tomorrow. You know what you should say."

Her sister? Liu Weiliang's expression did not change, and he said indifferently: "Of course I know."

Nangong Chu disdained to say anything more and turned around to leave.

Once he left, Liu Weiliang let out a sigh of relief. Although she was not afraid of Nangong Chu, Nangong Chu had unknowingly released a pressure that made her feel uncomfortable. This was an aura that came naturally to her, and unless she stood at the same position as him, she would not be able to resist.

After this incident, Liu Weiliang was no longer in the mood to go for a walk, so he asked Yanyue to tell him more about her sister.

Liu Weiliang's older sister, Liu Weilan, was in her twenties. She had entered the palace four years ago to be an imperial concubine. She had been conferred the title of Empress this year and had a reputation of virtue. Liu Xiaolan had always been kind to Liu Weiliang and always followed his sister's words. He doted on her a lot.

If she came, he was afraid that he would be found out. After all, she wasn't the real Liu Xiaoling.

"Sister is coming tomorrow, what can I do to make her not notice my amnesia?" Liu Weiliang seemed to be talking to himself, but he glanced at Yan Yue's reaction.

Yan Yue, however, spoke with confidence. "Third Princess, you don't have to do anything. Though esteemed empress treats you well without a word, you never appreciate her kindness. You're neither cold nor hot to the empress."

Liu Weiliang doesn't like her sister? What was going on?

Liu Weiliang held her forehead helplessly as she suddenly realized that the body she had transmigrated into was truly a body full of secrets.