The princess is rebellious and brings space to make trouble for the villain

In the Qian Dynasty, the thirty-sixth year of Tianchen, summer passed and autumn came, and the sun was scorching.

Inside the Wansi Courtyard, there stood a coffin, swaying in the wind.

"Woo woo woo, miss, have a nice journey."

The two maids were wearing tattered clothes, crying breathlessly, their bodies twitching, and holding scattered paper money in their hands, burning them in front of the brazier.

At this moment, the woman in the coffin suddenly opened her eyes. What happened? Didn’t she die suddenly from working overtime? Did someone from the group collect her body?

"It's just a death, isn't it? Why are you two crying so much?"

A sharp voice sounded behind the two of them. The maid turned her head, shrank her head, and then turned back:

"Second Madam, Second Young Miss... Please let us escort the Young Miss."

"You bitch." The Second Madam raised her leg and kicked a maidservant to the ground. "Girls who are not yet of marriageable age cannot be placed in the ancestral tomb. Do you know that crying will bring shame to our ancestors?"

Fang Zhirou's eyes were full of excitement, and she said coldly, "Slut, my elder sister drowned at my birthday party. Are you crying like this to ruin my reputation?"

"My mother and I are here to burn incense for my elder sister on the orders of my grandmother. You can leave now."

"Second Madam, Second Miss, I watched the young lady grow up, how can I leave like this? Please, Second Madam, please be kind and let me see the eldest lady off."

"Of course I will let you serve me. Now my mother and I are here. You can come back after we leave." A hint of murderous intent flashed in Fang Zhirou's eyes.

"...Yes..." The two maids had no choice but to leave sadly.

"Mom, now that Fang Shiwan is finally dead, my daughter's good days have come." Fang Zhirou saw him leave, the excitement in her eyes could not be concealed at all, she had finally waited for this day.

"Rou'er, don't say what you said today in the future. It will be bad if the prince finds out." Aunt Lin pulled Fang Zhirou over and looked at her gently. "However, my Zhirou was born with a beautiful face, so she will have a good life. Now that the legitimate daughter is dead, isn't it your turn?"

"Hehe, what mother said is right." Fang Zhirou covered her mouth and giggled. Then she took a look at the coffin and said coldly, "Mother, this coffin is really tattered."

"I specially ordered people to drag her back from the mass grave. This little bitch doesn't deserve anything good."

Aunt Lin gently combed her hair and swore for her, and said lovingly: "Rou'er, you must remember that you can't tell anyone about the drowning yesterday."

"Mother, daughter understands."

Aunt Lin seemed to have thought of something, and said viciously: "Fortunately this bitch has not yet reached the age of marriage. In a few days, mother will ask your father to remove her name from the family tree. By then, you will be the legitimate eldest daughter of the Fang family."

"Wow, you are wise, you are worthy of being the second wife. I love you so much." Fang Zhirou hugged her mother for a while, "This man died yesterday. When will he be buried?"

"She can only be buried tomorrow. By then, mother will arrange a remote ravine, sink her into the water, and then find someone to chant scriptures to lock her soul. She will never be able to be a human again in this life. This way, she will never be able to stop us again."

"You are wise, mother."

"Dong dong dong."

Suddenly, there were bursts of knocking sounds in the yard again, and even the birds flying by were frightened and flapped their wings and ran away.

The two were frightened by the sound and looked back at the coffin. They saw the shabby coffin placed on two chairs, motionless, and then continued talking.

"Mom, why is it so eerie?" Fang Zhirou was a little frightened.

"Rou'er, don't be afraid, I think it's just the sound of birds singing."

A black figure flashed across the sky and flew back after a while. He hid his body on the roof of the yard, poked his head out and looked at the tattered coffin.

He rubbed his eyes, looked at the shaking coffin in disbelief, then picked up a small stone beside him and smashed it at the coffin, hitting the opening of the door.

The man was so frightened that his eyes widened and he lost his balance and fell off the roof.

"what--"

"boom!"

The coffin lid was pushed open by a dark little hand, and a woman in shroud clothes suddenly sat up.

The two men looked back again and saw the woman in the coffin sitting up. They were so scared that their legs went weak.

"Big...Big sister?"

The woman suddenly jumped out with a hammer in her hand. When she saw the two women in front of her, she realized that it was the same voice she had just heard in the coffin.

She narrowed her eyes slightly: "So they are two murderers!"

She walked towards the two of them step by step. Fang Zhirou and Aunt Lin wanted to retreat, but their legs had no strength.

Looking at the face with the makeup of a dead person, the two were terrified, and the timid Fang Zhirou couldn't help but wet her pants in fear.

The woman's eyes moved to her crotch, and she frowned when she saw the water flowing out from her crotch.

"You are really powerful. First you caused me to drown, and now you want to lock my soul. Even if I become an evil ghost, I will never forgive you."

Aunt Lin's face had turned pale with fear, and she stammered, "You...are you a human or a ghost?"

"What do you think, Aunt Lin?" The woman raised her hand and grabbed Aunt Lin's neck, her eyes full of blood. "You have a good plan, and you want to remove my name from the family tree? Look at yourself in the mirror. Even if I turn into a pile of bones, you can't remove me."

"Today, I will enforce justice on behalf of heaven and kill you vicious people."

The woman then grabbed Aunt Lin's hand and lifted it up until her feet were off the ground.

Aunt Lin's face turned red and her lips turned purple as she struggled to free herself from the woman's hands, but the more she struggled, the harder her neck became.