I just want to live a good life

When the first ray of sunlight in the early morning shone on the doors and windows of Duiyueju, Su Nuan opened her sleepy eyes. This was a habit she had developed over the years. No matter how late she slept, she would wake up at dawn in the morning.

Today is no exception.

After a good sleep, Su Nuan finally felt refreshed. She stretched and got up to get out of bed.

"My Lady Concubine, you're awake!"

The woman's loud voice exploded in her ears. Su Nuan jumped up from the bed in shock and asked hurriedly, "Who are you?"

"My name is Baozhu, and I was specially arranged by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to serve you."

When Su Nuan heard that it was specially arranged by the prince, she looked at Baozhu a few more times. Baozhu was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a sturdy figure and rough skin. From the outside, she looked like a real tomboy.

What is the prince's intention in sending such a person?

"Where are Chunliu and Bitao?" Su Nuan asked.

Baozhu answered while helping Su Nuan get her dress: "They were both sent to the flower garden to help. Now Meixiang and I are taking care of the concubine."

As she spoke, Baozhu raised her hand and pointed, and Su Nuan saw a pretty maid at the door walking in with a basin of water.

After putting on her clothes, Su Nuan washed up with the help of Baozhu and Meixiang. Now that her mind was clear, she finally remembered an important thing: someone wanted to kill Xia Qingyan, or to be more precise, someone killed Xia Qingyan.

Who did Xia Qingyan offend that made that person want to kill her on her wedding night?

Could this person be sent by Mu Yunting?

Thinking of that cold and arrogant face, Su Nuan subconsciously shook her head. There was no reason. Mu Yunting had no reason to kill Xia Qingyan.

Even if he was not satisfied with their marriage, he did not need to kill her. Just like the rules he mentioned yesterday, he could just ignore Xia Qingyan and treat her as air.

Therefore, Su Nuan was certain that the person who killed Xia Qingyan was definitely not Mu Yunting.

But she was a little conflicted about whether she should tell Mu Yunting about this. Logically, she should tell him, but he was strangled to death and hung from the beam, but he still woke up. It would be hard to say that the killer was not cruel enough. How could she explain to him that she was not dead?

Good physique? Can you practice breath-holding? That's ridiculous.

Besides, he had just traveled through time yesterday and was so shocked and excited that he actually forgot such an important thing. He did not tell others about Xia Qingyan's assassination at the first time. This is hard to explain.

Most importantly, she didn't know what the murderer's motive was. If it was a revenge killing, it might involve some secret of Xia Qingyan. If it was proven that Xia Qingyan deserved to die, wouldn't she be implicated?

So she planned to sort out her original body's memory, look for the suspect herself, and then tell Mu Yunting after making some discoveries.

With this thought in mind, Su Nuan fell into Xia Qingyan's memories.

"My Lady Concubine, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?" Baozhu asked her worriedly.

"Ah? Really?" Su Nuan came back to her senses and said perfunctorily, "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

My goodness, it’s really hard to describe the character of this Miss Xia!

To put it simply, in one sentence: silly, innocent, but not sweet.

She is a walking firecracker who can be ignited by others at any time and cause injuries.

The last time this "firecracker" was ignited was the day before the wedding, and the person injured this time was the prince's "sweetheart" Lou Guang.

She was instigated by someone and whipped Lou Guang with a horsewhip in public, leaving a whip mark on his face that went through the entire face.

"My lady, please eat."

Baozhu interrupted Su Nuan's thoughts again with the bowl in her hand.

She really felt hungry and reached out to take the bowl from Baozhu's hand.

But Baozhu's subsequent series of actions made Su Nuan gradually go crazy.

She fed her first, and even though she was fully able to take care of herself, Baozhu insisted on feeding her porridge with a spoon.

At first, Su Nuan found it fresh, but the more she ate, the more uncomfortable she felt. She drank the bowl of porridge with all her might. She didn’t even realize that her first meal as the prince’s concubine was only a bowl of white porridge.

Next, Su Nuan encountered the most frustrating thing - going to the toilet.

She was already very resistant to the toilet, but Baozhu just stood there and stared at her intently.

"Baozhu, you go out first."

"No, His Highness told me to follow His Majesty everywhere."

"But I need to go to the bathroom. I can't...if you're here!"

"..."

"Baozhu, I beg you, can you please go out for a while?"

"..."

"Or, you can just turn around."

"..."

No matter what Su Nuan said, Baozhu just stood three steps away from her, motionless.

Su Nuan, who was helpless and could only complete her first toilet trip after the time travel under her gaze in shame and anger.

Su Nuan also saw through Baozhu's true face. This person was not here to serve her, but was clearly a human-shaped prison sent by Mu Yunting.

Afterwards, Su Nuan asked Meixiang to bring paper and pen. She made a form, recording the people who had been offended by her original body in the past three years, including the time and events.

After listing them all, Su Nuan fell silent in front of the three full pages. These were just some of the events that had serious consequences and were deeply engraved in the original body's memory. There were already dozens of them. There were probably countless people she had offended unintentionally and whom she had not taken seriously.

Su Nuan rubbed her aching temples and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. She was not sure whether the people on these three pages would have a chance to take revenge in the future, but she was sure that if she let these people get the chance, she would not end up well.

What did I do to make myself look like a troublemaker? It's so sad!

Su Nuan felt that she couldn't stay with these three pages of paper any longer. It was too terrible. She had to go out and get some fresh air.

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At the same time, in a private residence outside the imperial city.

"Master, there is news from the Crown Prince's Mansion that the Crown Prince's concubine is indeed not dead."

A sturdy man bowed and spoke to the man in brocade clothes behind the pearl curtain.

Hearing this, the man in brocade clothes slammed the teacup in his hand on the table and said angrily: "This useless person can't even handle such a small matter. My painstaking arrangements are wasted."

The sturdy man asked cautiously, "Should we send him away from the imperial city to avoid the limelight?"

The man in brocade clothes said impatiently: "It would be better to send him to see the King of Hell."

"But Master, Ying Thirteen is the best among this group. Wouldn't it be a pity to kill him like this?"

"If I don't kill him, will the prince follow him to find me? Besides, he can't even kill a weak woman, and he can be called a good fighter. Aren't your standards getting lower and lower?"

The sturdy man lowered his head and dared not plead for mercy again.

"Xia Qingyan is not dead. What is Mu Yunting's reaction?"

"The people we placed in the Prince's Mansion were unable to get close to the inner courtyard because they had been inside the mansion for too short a time, so we couldn't get any information from inside."

The young master in brocade clothes sighed and said helplessly: "I really don't know what's the point of keeping you guys. You can't even do a trivial thing like gathering information. I have to do it myself."