Reborn from the bottom of the coffin, the miracle doctor and the ugly concubine fight against the wo

"Someone, give the princess the abortion pill!"

The man held a bloody whip in his hand and gave orders with a sullen face.

The stewardess took the medicine bowl and walked towards the woman who was beaten to a bloody pulp in the hall.

"I don't drink. I'm not pregnant. I didn't have an affair with my husband. I was framed."

"My lord, please, please find another doctor to take a look. Someone must be able to prove my innocence..."

The woman struggled desperately and begged, but the man was not moved at all, and still ordered the medicine to be poured with a cold face.

The woman was held down by several guards and forced to open her mouth.

The black concoction was poured in, and the pain in his stomach soon felt like a knife.

She finally gave up and looked at the man with sad eyes, tears rolling down silently.

"Murong Xiao, I regret it. If I had known this, I would rather die by the gangster's knife than meet you..."

A fishy heat surged out of his throat, and black blood spattered all over the guard.

"My lord, it's not good, the princess seems to be dying!" the guard said in horror.

"What?" The man suddenly looked at the doctor beside him, his eyes as sharp as a knife, "Didn't you prescribe abortion pills? How could someone die?"

"elder sister!"

A slender figure ran over, hugged the woman and cried bitterly, but then said proudly to her ear: "Sister, don't worry, from now on, the position of Princess Jingnan will be mine."

Vicious woman!

The woman was filled with hatred, her eyes were red, and she used her last strength to bite her throat hard.

Even if she dies, she will drag this poisonous woman to hell with her!

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"The time has come, seal the coffin!"

As a high-pitched voice sounded, the mourning hall with swaying white flags was filled with loud cries.

In the spring of the sixth year of Taihe in the Dayan Dynasty, Princess Jingnan, who was only 17 years old, died of illness. King Jingnan was so distraught that he ordered the whole government to wear sackcloth and wear mourning to hold a grand funeral for the princess.

The concubine Su Nuanyu was deeply in love with the princess sisters, and even cried and fainted in front of the coffin several times.

Amidst the clanging sound, the woman in the coffin slowly opened her eyes, as if she had had a long dream.

Princess Chu Zhao of Jingnan, the daughter of Chu Jinshan, the richest man in Yunzhou, was born with dark skin and ugly appearance, which killed her mother. She was regarded as a monster by her father and was thrown away from the Taoist temple.

Half a year ago, Wang Murongxiao, a man with a different surname, planned to rebel. He took a fancy to the Chu family's wealth and wanted to marry into the Chu family.

Her father only had a daughter like her. In order to gain power, he took her back from the Taoist temple and married her to Murong Xiao as his concubine.

On her way home, she encountered bandits and was saved by Murong Xiao, who happened to be passing by.

Murong Xiao didn't know who she was at that time. Not only did he not think she was ugly, he escorted her all the way back to the city.

An ugly girl who everyone wanted to avoid was suddenly treated with tenderness by such a noble and handsome prince, and it was inevitable that her heart would be filled with secret love.

After returning home, she was even more happy when she heard that her father was going to marry her to the prince.

However, on the wedding night, when Murong Xiao lifted her hijab, his expression changed on the spot, turned around and left without saying a word, and never entered her yard again.

Even so, she has no regrets. As long as she can look at her beloved man from a distance every day, she will be satisfied.

Such a humble woman could not escape the concubine's plot. She was framed for having an affair with her foreign husband. A bowl of poison was her final outcome...

The dream ended and the woman blinked in confusion.

She felt as if she was Chu Zhao, but also as if she was not Chu Zhao.

She felt sad and angry at what happened to this woman, but she couldn't fully empathize with her.

So, who is she?

The sound of banging continued in his ears, and Chu Zhao raised his hand and patted the coffin board hard.

"Open the coffin and let me out, I'm not dead yet!"

No matter who she is, the most important thing right now is that she cannot be sealed in a coffin.

The hoarse voice was like a ghost, and the craftsman responsible for sealing the coffin outside shivered in fright, and the hammer in his hand hit his feet with a "thud".

"My lord, your lord, there seems to be something moving inside..."

The craftsman hugged his feet and his face turned pale. He didn't know whether he was in pain or frightened.

The mourning hall fell silent instantly.

All the weeping maids shut their mouths, and the guests who came to express their condolences also looked at each other in shock.

King Jingnan stood in front of the hall with his hands behind his back. Although he was dressed in plain clothes, he could not hide his natural dignity and majesty.

Hearing the craftsman's words, he frowned with displeasure on his face: "What nonsense are you talking about? If you don't seal the coffin quickly, I will chop off your heads if the time is too late!"

"Yes, yes, I obey my orders..." The craftsman did not dare to say any more and picked up the hammer cautiously.

As soon as my hand touched the coffin, there were a few more "bang bang bang" sounds inside.

The mourning hall was very quiet at this time, and everyone could hear clearly.

"The corpse was faked, the princess faked the corpse!"

Some timid person howled loudly, causing chaos in the mourning hall.

Murong Xiao stared at the coffin, his falcon-like eyes narrowed slightly, and his extremely cold aura added a bit of calmness and dignity to his handsome face.

"Shut up to me, if you dare to make any more noise, you will be killed immediately!"

Everyone fell silent, huddled together with weak legs and feet, not daring to breathe.

In the dead silence, a thin boy in plain clothes walked out of the crowd and bowed to Murong Xiao cautiously.

"Your Majesty, there is indeed movement in the coffin. Maybe my eldest sister is still alive. It's better to open the coffin and check it out to avoid accidentally burying a living person."

This young man was Chu Huai, the fifth eldest son of the Chu family. Because his biological mother was of humble origin and was not taken seriously, he was sent by his family to carry out Chu Zhao's funeral.

Murong Xiao didn't even remember having such a brother-in-law, so naturally he didn't take him seriously.

"What are you looking at? I saw the princess die with my own eyes. Can she come back to life?"

"Your Majesty is right, it is true that people cannot be resurrected after death, but just in case, it is better to take a look."

Chu Huai lowered his head in fear, his voice was trembling with fear, but his attitude was very determined.

Murong Xiao didn't expect that he would dare to refute him, and there was a layer of anger in his deep eyes.

But although Chu Huai was a concubine, he was still from his mother's family. In full view of everyone, he really had no reason to refuse, so he had to suppress his anger and order someone to open the coffin.

The mourning hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared at the coffin with wide eyes, obviously scared to death, but driven by curiosity to see what happened.

The four servants worked together to lift the lid of the coffin, and the next moment, a pale hand stretched out from inside.

"what!"

Everyone exclaimed in unison.

Concubine Su Nuanyu was so frightened that she turned pale and threw herself into Murong Xiao's arms: "My lord, I am so scared..."

Before he finished speaking, the people inside sat up holding the edge of the coffin, and a dead face with blackened face and purple lips appeared in front of everyone.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

The mourning hall was once again in chaos, people retreated one after another, and the timid ones simply fell to the ground with weak legs.

Murong Xiao frowned and stared at the face that disgusted him so much. There was finally something strange about the cold face.

This ugly woman is really lucky!

"Elder sister!"

In the chaos, Chu Huai bravely walked over and called out.

Chu Zhao was sitting in the coffin, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

There were unhealed wounds all over her body, and the mere act of getting up already made her want to die in pain.

"Help me out." She reluctantly stretched out her hand to the boy.

Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and combined with the eerie atmosphere of the mourning hall, it sent chills down people's backs.

Chu Huai was also a little scared and stretched out his hand to help her tremblingly.

Chu Zhao gritted his teeth and held on, stepped out of the coffin with the help of the young man, stood still, and scanned the whole place again.

Everyone held their breath unconsciously.

The woman in front of me, who didn't know whether she was a human or a ghost, although she was ugly and wearing a large shroud, but for some reason, she just stood there casually and glanced at her casually, which made people feel an invisible pressure.

It seemed as if the person standing in front of him was not a woman who was about to be buried, but a king who looked down upon the world.

Even Murong Xiao, the naturally noble King of Jingnan, has become her foil at this moment.

She, is she still the original Princess Jingnan?

"elder sister!"

Su Nuanyu was the first to react. She walked up to Chu Zhao with a face of surprise, held her hand and started crying.

"Sister, it's great that you're awake. Nuanyu can't bear to let her go. She's been crying so hard these past two days that she's almost blinded..."

Chu Zhao's face was expressionless, his eyes fell on her slender jade hands with bright red nails, and he suddenly took out his hand and slapped her.

"Are you blinded by crying and can't distinguish colors?"